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veekid:
I can imagine Cassie opening Oma's eyes to somethings or joining the duos of Dami and Oma in their Lesby gamez

This your imagination sef

Well what happened was that they.....


Now why should I spoil this? Just wait for the next updates

swann:
That Cassie sef, soon we'll see some Mirage à trois action

I comment my reserve

Good morning

kajsa08:
Right behind u Twaci, d neighbour scares me too .
Ur kInd of writing *no be here*.
Superb.
Can I give u E-kiss?

I am brushing my teeth

Abeg manage e-hug

swann:
Thanks for the mention. I feel honoured.


I always thought i was homophobic until i read that last update and it left me feeling "some type of way"

I no dey!

kajsa08:
Twacy dee not mention me even after famzing . Twacy dee not mention me even after famzing .

No vex with me abeg

Oya come, I have updated

blessedvisky:
How long will it last then?

philybuck:
Twaci you write real good. Do keep it up. Please mention me when next you update.

PipSurgeon:
perfect.. theRock555 made me stop reading stories on NL. he was gud but i was tired of waiting. he came up one day and ust sumaried the rest

swann:
Thanks for the mention. I feel honoured.
I always thought i was homophobic until i read that last update and it left me feeling "some type of way"

I appreciate your kind words!

Good morning

Time went on and Dami and I got closer than before. We still carried on our little acts but this was not easy like the first time because Esther had returned and we no longer had that privacy. That didn't stop us though, we used every opportunity we got to play around like newly weds.

Damilola had claimed to be a newbie at the girl on girl thing but I doubted that because she was very good at it. She knew where and how to touch and even knew which positions were most effective, I wasn't entirely shocked she suggested we used something she had called a dïldo instead of our hands. I had studied the object in awe and had asked her where she had gotten it from and she claimed it was a gift she has gotten from her boyfriend. What guy would give a rubber dïck shaped object to his girlfriend? She had explained further that her boyfriend stayed far away from Lagos, Kaduna I think, and had wanted her to use it rather than cheat on him. That was actually so much coming from a 23years old girl and I wondered when she got disvirgined.

I actually didn't care about her boyfriend neither was I concerned about their relationship, I liked the new toy and really wanted her to try it on me.

I grabbed the blankets and moaned but the noise from the television drowned whatever sound I made and I felt it was for the best as Esther was downstairs and oblivious to what happened in my room. I screamed as she pushed harder and felt my body quake in pure pleasure.

"Do you like it?" She asked, her eyes intent on me.

"Yes! Yes! Please don't stop!" I cried and pushed closer to her. "Make it go faster!"

An orgasm was coming up and the feeling was intense, I didn't want it to stop.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. We froze in fear, we knew it was none other than Esther.

"I thought you said she was taking a nap!" I whispered to Damilola as she rushed up to adjust her clothes. I pushed my skirt down and threw the dïldo under the bed.

"She was!" She whispered back and arranged her hair.

"Go to the bathroom! Pretend like you are cleaning!"

She quickly ran into the bathroom as ordered and closed the door behind her.

The knock came again. I slid under the blanket and picked up the tv remote.

"Come in Esther!" I called out.

She entered with a tray and smiled at me. God she was always smiling! "Sorry for disturbing you dear, just wanted to bring you lunch."

"Thank you." I replied as she kept the tray on the table.

"Did you send Dami outside to get something? I can't seem to find her anywhere."

"No, she is in the bathroom, c-cleaning."

Esther frowned. "I thought she did that in the morning after you had your bath."

I gulped. "I-I had my bath again. I was hot and took another shower. Messed everywhere up."

She nodded. "Can you tell her to see me downstairs when she's done? Else she might just sit here with you and chatter away, ignoring her duties."

I laughed. "Don't blame her, I am the one that asks her to stay with me. It gets lonely here you know and I don't have friends or anyone to talk to."

"It is lonely because you don't go out. You sit in the room all day and never go outside. Have you ever been out of the house?"

"Yes." I lied.

"Are you sure?" She sounded unconvinced. "Then have you seen the garden? It's quite a nice place and a lot better than this room. The flowers there are quite lovely and the view is quite heavenly-"

"Okay! Okay! I will go to the garden!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "You have convinced me."

She laughed. "I am happy I did, you have been in here long enough."

With that, she went out and closed the door behind her. Damilola came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed.

"That was close." She said with a sigh. "We should be more careful."

"We should." I agreed and turned to the tray. Whatever that was in there smelt nice and made my stomach growl. "Could you pass me the tray please?"

She nodded and did so. I opened it to see that it was beans and fried plantain -yummy. I quickly picked up a fork and stuffed a piece of plantain in my mouth, it was delicious!

"You know-" Damilola began as she watched me eat, "-I have been meaning to ask, what's your plan?"

I swallowed. "My plan? I don't understand."

"Your plan as in what you want to do next. You are married to one of the richest men in the country and you can't just stay in here all day. You should have a goal, a plan, something to achieve..."

I frowned and toyed with the beans. Not that I had not thought of that, but I had wanted my husband to decide. I felt it was his money and he was the only one that had the right to make a decision on the way my life should go and I had no issue with it whatsoever.

"Do you want to go back to school?" She asked.

School? I thought about my friends I had left back at the village and wondered how far they had gone. I also considered how they would look at me then because I was no longer in their clique, I was a married woman and that would create a huge gap between i and them. A school in town was the only plausible idea but how would everyone react when they learn that I had married a man old enough to be my father? Students would probably stay away from me, parents would warn their children off me, the teachers would look down at me with disappointed eyes, I would probably have a separate seat in class. My heart sank at the picture of stigmatization.

"Or do you want to learn a trade? Or own a shop?" She asked again when I had stayed mute.

Owning a shop sounded like a good idea. There was nothing more fulfilling than being a boss of your own...

I sighed. Really I had no choice. All was in the hands of my husband and whatever he wanted me to do would be what I would do. I felt I shouldn't really worry about it. "I don't know Dami. I will have to wait for my husband's decision on these things. I can't just start making choices on my own when it's his money that is going to be spent."

She shook her head with a frown. "No Oma, you shouldn't put your life in your husband's hands like that. You should be able to stand for some things and make decisions of your own regardless of whose money it is. You are married to him now and his money is now yours!"

I scooped beans into my mouth and sighed again. The excitement I had used to start the meal was gone as Dami's talk had killed whatever appetite I had started the meal with, I dropped the fork into the tray. Really what was with the talk? It was my life and not hers and I didn't see how what I did concerned her. Yes, I knew she cared for me, she and Esther, but really what I wanted to do with life was my decision and if I wanted to wait for my husband as a humble wife, I didn't see how it bothered them.

Damilola noticed my mood swing and kept quiet. She stood there while I stared at the television screen, not that I watched the people in the box, my mind was elsewhere.

I picked up the fork again and stabbed a piece of plantain. As I shoved it in my mouth I heard Dami say, "Or would you rather talk to your mother? She could talk to your husband for you since you are scared to."

I felt my stomach jam up and had the urge to throw up. I dropped the spoon again and turned to face her in anger. "What is wrong with you?! Didn't you hear when I said I would wait for my husband?! How is that being scared of him?!"

She drew back in fear as she realized what she had done. "I am sorry."

"Sorry for yourself! Why bring my mother into this?! Do you even know her?!-"

"No-"

"Then you shut up and mind your business!"

God! I was mad. Why wouldn't she just keep her mouth shut?! She knew nothing about my mother and had no right to make that suggestion. Since the wedding, I had totally ignored my mother as a form of punishment for forcing me into an early marriage just to get money. I still hated her for not caring about how I felt about the whole wedding and the fact that she had not bothered to know what had happened that day with Obinna. She didn't care about me! Money was all she had wanted and didn't care how she got it. I closed my eyes as I felt them warm up in tears. I tried so hard to force back the pain that clawed at my heart and the sadness that gnawed at my stomach.

"I am sorry." Damilola whispered again but made no move towards me.

I took a deep breath. I needed a change of scenery, I wanted to be all alone in a place I could forget all about my pains and hurt. I needed air. Just then I remembered Esther's earlier suggestion about the garden and suddenly I yearned to be there. I moved the tray away from my lap and came down from the bed.

Damilola moved back. "Ma-"

I picked up my phone and turned to her. "Take me to the garden please."

She nodded, turned to the door and I followed.

************************

Esther was right, going out of the room to the compound brought about different emotions that I had not felt in my room or in the house. The compound was breathtaking and I had to take a short tour round it to appreciate the way it was designed. There were well crafted sculptures here and there and a beautiful water fountain that had the shape of a woman that poured water in a pot which was indeed opened at the base to let the water out. The hedges close to the fence were well trimmed and the surrounding kept neat. I ran my fingers on the shrubs and loved the way the branches made my fingers tingle. It was so good to be out of the house and get kissed by the sun. I raised my hand above my eyes and looked up, for the first time ever, the sky looked pleasant and I didn't mind the sun at all. I felt like a bird.

But where was the garden? I thought and turned to Damilola. She had remained quiet throughout the tour and I really didn't care. "Where is the garden Esther spoke about?"

"At the back," she replied simply.

"Let's go see it!" I said with an excited smile.

She took me past the garage and I had to stop again to gape at the fleet of cars that were packed there. I touched almost all of them and imagined how it would feel to sit behind the wheel and drive. I laughed at that thought. The cars really defined my husband's personality I concluded, they didn't look like something you would see a woman drive. There was one that had attracted me though, its body was black lined with silver stripes and had this peculiar logo - a golden bull in an upside down triangle. It looked quite smaller than the others and had this sleek look. I smiled wishfully.

At long last I left the garage and followed Damilola to the garden. It was a picture perfect place with the scent of paradise. The flowers had been beautifully planted in different patches, a colour to a particular side and though the soil was wet I bent down to touch them. There were these blue flowers that called to me, I didn't know what they were called but I loved them either way. First was because blue was my favorite colour and second, they looked quite different, sad, and soft. If I was a flower, I felt that was the specie I would be. I bent to kiss it and loved the feel of its petals on my lips. I felt close to tears.

"The blue hydrangea has that effect on everyone."

I startled at the strange voice and looked up to see where it had come from. It was a woman on the balcony who stared at me from the other side of the fence. I stood up and looked at Dami and back to the woman. "Ma?"

The light skinned woman smiled and took a sip from the glass of wine she held. She looked quite advanced, say 30years of age but the jean shorts she wore made her look quite shapely and sexy. "Honey I was talking about the flowers."

"Oh," I really didn't know how to respond to the stranger who spoke to me from the other side of the fence.

"Do you know they are poisonous?"

I gasped in fear and touched my lips, I had kissed them! "Oh my God!"

She laughed. It was quite loud and brittle. "That was a joke hon! They are only poisonous when eaten in large quantities."

I sighed and tried to calm my heart. That was quite an expensive joke! I didn't really like the woman. I smiled. "Very funny ma. You got me."

"Oh yes I did," she muttered and took another sip from her glass. "Is your father home?"

I frowned. My father? Did she refer to my husband? I felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment.

Then came another laugh. "You little naive girl! That was another joke! I know he is your husband."

She was really terrible at jokes, I thought and forced a fake laugh. I didn't want to seem rude. "Nice one ma."

She waved her hand at me, I noticed her fingers were fixed and were quite long. "Please stop this 'ma' thing. I am Cassandra, Cassie for short. What's your name?"

"Omalicha."

"That's a mouthful. Anything for short?"

"Oma."

"Oma," she repeated. "I like the sound of that. You seem like a sweet little girl."

"Thank you ma - Cassie."

She smirked. "Don't worry, you will get used to it soon enough. Hope you will come visit."

I seriously doubted it. "Yes ma."

"And am I allowed to? Or did your husband forbade you to have visitors?"

Another joke I thought and laughed. "No ma. You are more than welcome to over."

"That's sweet of you hon. I love your laugh too."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome. Do continue with your flowers while I go back in to check on my food. Be careful though, especially with those white ones. Oleanders are quite toxic and can get you killed."

I laughed but stopped when she didn't. Wait was she serious?

"That wasn't a joke hon. Catch you later."

I nodded and watched her as she disappeared into her house with her glass of wine. The encounter was quite funny but a relief from the normal secluded life I had lived. She was weird though.

I laughed and turned to Dami who had observed the conversation without a word. "Do you know that woman?"

She smiled. "Not really. Have always seen her and never had a reason to know her. She sounds nice."

"I hate her jokes." I muttered.

"She's quite terrible at them." She agreed.

I eyed the white flowers the woman had warned me about. "I think I have seen enough for today. Can we go back inside?"

Dami nodded but didn't move. "About what I said in the room-"

You won't spoil my mood again Dami, I thought and walked past her. "It's okay, really. Let's go in."

She kept quiet and followed me in.

Pearlyakin:
yea oshey dear.

you are welcome.

Dayshow:
I hv seen it thanks. I cnt wait anymore for the next update dear

I will update tomorrow dear.

Updates come once a day

Dayshow:
Twaci the next time u go mention people you no mention me, the both of us go get problem. Me wey don dey folo u since yesterday. No mak me vex oo, coupled with the fact say u don mak me wet for... Nice piece tho.

I mentioned you na

Check well

Lawlahdey:
Oh oh.. Miss Twaci, you aff join badda gang

Nice story

thanks!

JosephCudjoe:
I tot i knew it all...until i found masef on google searching for voyeurism and coprophila.

Nothing wrong in learning something new

hatchetman:
o my GOD..GUD STORY..but hope it wil not b only filled with sadomachism and lesbianism..abeg TWACI..there should b hot boy-girl scenes too..nice story kip it up

Sure. I will put that in mind

veekid:
More juice to your brain

thank you!

veekid:
with the way you write about sex fantastically and understandably makes me have a rethink about your personality #No_offence

Lol, it all has to do with painting a picture I want seen

Diddyydiva:
I really like this Twaci,


More grease to your pen

Happy birthday Darling! Wishing you nothing but love, satisfaction and more blissful years ahead.

Guys please help me say a happy birthday to my very good friend.

Lots of love dear!

Laveda:
You don spoil o your imaginations are top notch.

Beautiful work hunnay, ride on.

Thanks Sweerie

veekid:
Ohhhhhhhhhh thanks for the mention; If not for this I wouldn't have known abiut the update ..... maybe I'll have to follow you to monitor your postz.


Abeg follow back ma'am

Done. Thanks dear.

Laveda:


Oh my...

Twaci

What na?

No be book?

JosephCudjoe:
Twaci am just wondering abt ur sexuality ....if u can create dz kinda fiction...u sure gonna be a wild one

Could be

Or might just be an ardent reader and one fascinated by such

ikwoche:
Do I have to be coming here every hour to look for the update?

The thing is I had planned to update once in two days so that I would be able to have time for myself.

I will have to make it one update a day, how's that?

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It's ready!

Good morning

Chapter three

"Dami do you have a boyfriend?"

She looked up from the stew she stirred. "A boyfriend?"

"A boyfriend," I said with a nod and a smile.

She chuckled. "Yes I do, why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, just wanted to know. You know, we hardly talk about stuffs like that and I was curious. Is the stew ready?"

A questioning look crossed her face but quickly passed as she turned back to the pot on fire and scooped a bit in her hand. "Yes, almost."

"Good! Because I am hungry!"

"You are always hungry," she joked and I laughed.

I propped myself up on the kitchen counter and watched as she added more ingredients to the content in the pot. Damilola was a very beautiful dark skinned girl that had a perfect figure that could drive anyone wild and to add to that, she had this sex appeal that preceded her age and an innocence to match. Her boyfriend was indeed very lucky.

My husband had been gone for a week and he was right, I didn't feel his absence. First was because he always called to check up on me and Dami had proved to be a better companion than the television in my room. After Seun had travelled, I became free and unrestricted and roamed the house with a carefree spirit - not that his presence had confined me in any way. I just felt different with the knowledge that I wouldn't bump into him anywhere. His absence had also given me time to learn more about my newly aroused wants and fantasies. With the help of videos and ebooks, I had found out all I yearned for when it came to lesbïanism and more as I had stumbled on a pôrn site that had everything - everything imaginable that ranged from girl on girl to hardcöre sèx, to anäl, BDS.M, voyeürism, cöprophila. Every night I locked myself in my room and watched these videos in fascination and would later touch myself to ease the tension that would have built up in my stomach. It seemed normal to me, there was nothing wrong with curiosity I thought and if touching myself was the result of it all, that didn't feel wrong either. But I went even further than that and would imagine that my hands were my husband's and whenever they stroked me, that it was his shaft and it made it more real and fun.

I looked at Damilola. The night before, I had imagined they were her hands that were on me and that had made it more pleasurable. The thought of her touching and kissing every part of me had created a different type of want in me and made me wild and quite turned on.

I folded my legs uncomfortably, it still turned me on. I eyed her breasts and wondered how they felt and tasted. Would she like it if I touched them? I pondered. Would she feel how I felt whenever my husband touched mine? Would she moan if I bit her nipples?

I knew I had to stop, to control myself but just couldn't. The scene was stuck in my head and her presence didn't help either. I relaxed on the wall and slid my eyes to her hips and then to where I felt her veejay was. I wondered how it would feel to suck her and what her juice would taste like, my fingers ached to be inside of me.

Esther entered and I jerked out of my thoughts. I smiled at her. "The stew is almost done Esther."

She smiled back and folded her arms across her chest. "That's good to know, but I still don't get why you want to stay here in this hot kitchen and not in the sitting room. Your favorite show is on, you should be out there and not here."

I laughed. "But I like it here. The kitchen smells nice and there is nobody in the sitting room to talk to. You are busy, so is Dami and Bisi - wait where is Bisi?"

"She went to see her sick mum," Dami spoke up as she turned off the gas cooker. "I am quite surprised that you did not notice her absence till now."

I shrugged. "I don't know, we are not that close."

"And another thing you shouldn't be close to is stress," Esther chipped in. "Have you forgotten what Oga said? He said that you should not be bothered at all-"

"And I am not bothered!" I exclaimed. "I am perfectly fine."

I came down from the counter and turned. "Do I look bothered to you? Abi am I complaining of stress? I just don't want to be alone."

The woman sighed. "Okay, if you say so. Damilola hurry up so that you two can leave here. If the stew is ready, leave it open so that it can get cool on time and ready for refrigeration, okay?"

"Yes ma."

"I will be in the laundry room should either of you need me."

I watched her as she left the kitchen and smiled. After my husband had travelled, Esther had returned to her normal self. Her affections were back so were her smiles and joviality and that made me realize that my husband had been the reason she had gone cold. I also knew that it had to do with the first time my husband molested me but she never said anything about it neither did she ask me anything. She pretended not to care. I liked her still and appreciated the way she looked after me, she and Damilola.

I turned to Damilola only to see that she had bent, back to me, to get something that was in the last drawer of the cupboard before her. Her aśs looked nice and round and I resisted the urge to touch it. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, I knew I had to make a move soon.

******************

Three nights later, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Esther had come to my room to ask for permission to leave that night as one of her children was ill and needed her attention.

"What is wrong with him?" I asked in concern as I turned my phone screen down and covered it with a pillow.

"Malaria. At least that is what my older child thinks. I really should go, please-"

"No-you don't have to beg me." I said. She was a mother that truly cared for her children. "By all means, go and see him. You can take tomorrow off too if the need be, just make sure he's better."

She smiled in gratitude. "Of course. Thank you very much! Just that your husband might find out and-"

"Don't worry, I won't tell him." I assured her.

Her smile widened and she walked up to me and hugged me. The action startled me and called up memories of my mother, memories that I had fought to forget. I just sat there and when she noticed I didn't reciprocate the action, she broke away uneasily and looked at my face. "I-I am sorry. I didn't know - I was just-"

"It's okay." I whispered and looked at my hands. I really didn't want to think about it.

She looked uncertain. "Thank you."

When she left the room, I laid back on the bed and sighed. I hated the memories that had resurrected from that very simple and innocent hug. My mother was once like that, had once upon a time hugged me in love and affection and had cared deeply for me, willing to take any risk to make sure I was okay, but all that changed when my father had died.

I closed my eyes. The night my father's friend had called to tell us that my father had died in a fatal car crash, I had noticed something snapped in my mother, something that changed her to who she then was, something that had torn me away from my mother's heart. I had wanted so much to hate my mother but still, there was this part of me that cried out for her because deep down I knew it wasn't her fault, she had really loved my father and I.

I heard a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"Damilola."

And just like that, my sad thoughts disappeared. I quickly reached for my phone and closed the pörn I had watched before Esther had come in. "Come in!"

She entered and closed the door behind her. I noticed that she had already changed into her nightgown which was short and had a nice shade of pink and the flimsy material did nothing to hide the contours of her nipples. "Esther just left. She said I should ask you if there was anything you needed."

I shook my head. "No-no- wait- yes! Yes!-"

I tried to think up of something. Dami was here and we were all alone in the house, I had the perfect opportunity to do with her as I pleased but where was I to start from?

"What do you want?" She asked innocently.

You, I wanted to say as my eyes went to her breasts. "I-I-I still have - um - I still have problems with the -um- the shower-"

"The shower?"

I frowned and turned to the bathroom. What was wrong with the shower again? "No - not the shower. I mean, I - I want to take a bath - in the tub." I knew that sounded stupid.

"Okay?" She looked confused. "Do you want me to run a bath for you?"

Yes! That was it. "Yes please. That's what I want, a bath."

She nodded with a ridiculous expression and turned to the bathroom. My eyes followed her as she entered and switched on the taps.

I smiled. Game on.

I quickly jumped off the bed and locked the room door. What next? I thought. What was the best line of attack? I walked to the bathroom door and peeped in to see that she had bent over the tub, her back to me, her eyes intent on the taps. Just then an idea struck me.

I quickly pulled my gown and panties and walked into the bathroom, she was oblivious to my presence and that suited me just fine. I walked closer to her and gently raised her gown. She startled in shock and tired to jump up but I held her down - God knew where that strength had come from - and used my husband's favorite line, "Stay."

She didn't move but I felt her fear. "Ma what are you doing?!"

When I noticed that she had obeyed, I went back to the hem of her gown and raised it to reveal her panties - green, lacy and quite fitted. She tried to move again. "Calm down Dami, you will like this."

I knew I sounded so much like my husband and strange enough, it made me bolder. I pulled down her panties and choked in desire when I saw her smooth flawlessly formed buttocks and her honeypot. Her position was perfect and all was opened to me. I badly wanted to push my fingers into her but held myself, I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I did.

I touched her bum and gently squeezed it. It was soft and perfect, like silk and I could no longer control myself. I moved closer and kissed it softly and smiled when I heard her gasp. I kissed her again and bent down to face her honeypot fully. It was beautiful, dark, very well curved and the little bit of pink flesh that pushed out from within her called out to me. I teased it with a kiss and when she moaned, I took it as a go ahead and went back in to stroke her with my tongue, she tasted like salted milk. She made to move away but I grabbed her buttocks and drew her closer and sucked harder.

"Ma!" She moaned and tightened her grip on the bathtub.

I was lost, buried in the waves of emotions that swept me and her moans - like fuel they flared up the fires of desire that had long burned within me. I stopped, stood and turned her to kiss her deeply on the mouth. She no longer resisted, rather she held me close and returned the kiss with a passion that matched mine. Finally her dress went off and I had full access. My hands went everywhere, her breasts, buttocks and finally went into her. She cried in my mouth as I fingered her and almost fell but I held her still and pushed her to the wall to hold her up. I loved the way she felt, like buttered silk - sensual to the touch.

I shivered when she pushed her fingers in me and stroked it the same way I did hers. I was feverish in want and knew that the bathroom wall would not just do, so I pulled away from her. "Let's go to the room."

She nodded and I dragged her out of the bathroom, into the room and pushed her on the bed. I climbed on top of her and when my core touched hers, it felt heavenly. I moved on her and held her hands to my breasts. The quake of pleasure had built up in me and I shivered when I felt tiny tremors in me. Then I recalled a position I had seen in one of the videos I had watched and stood up from her. I turned, still above her, to face her veejay and sat to get closer. I pushed mine to her face and she understood what I had wanted. She raised her head to plunge her tongue into me and I moaned in pleasure and bent over hers to do same.

It was a great feeling, every act was matched, emotions intertwined as both of us were focused on giving pleasure to the other and at the same time tried to absorb that which was given.

The tremors were stronger and I felt my thighs shake. She was so good at it, not close to my husband's but definitely good. She knew all the right moves and tempo and I couldn't stop myself from shaking.

"Ah!" She screamed and shook like an epileptic patient, "Don't stop! Please!"

Whatever she had felt, I felt it too because neither did I want it to stop. I sat back on her face and went back to savor her hot salty juice.

When I climaxed it felt like thousands of stars had exploded in me and every part of me shook. I cried out and grabbed her thighs to steady myself but couldn't control it, it was just too much. I heard Dami cry out the same way and that heightened the emotions that cruised through me. I fell beside her and pushed my fingers in my trembling self and felt my core convulse in response. It was just perfect, the feelings, the emotions, I felt fulfilled.

With deep breaths I turned to Dami and saw that she stared back at me. "Did you feel that?"

She nodded.

I smiled and looked up to the mirrored ceiling above us. "That was beautiful."

"Yeah." She whispered.

"We should do it again." I said suggestively.

"We should." She replied and moved closer to me.

I chuckled when I felt her hand on my breast.

Pearlyakin:
mention me also pls.

I will for sure

Happy Sunday.

nerdfrost:
twaci u didn't even mention me. nerdfrost is here.











on other stories Seun is a sick person.. if my sis mistakenly falls into this type of marriage, ama kill the Nigga














let's pray for omalicha

Lol. No vex for me. I will mention you when next I update, ok?

tboneybone:
At first the title of ur piece, hmmm! Bet it's gonna pull a lot of dudes into reading, then d 1st chapter, another attempt to hold dem Boyz down Can't wait to start reading d next episode, your work is truly a marvel. There's something about your write up that I just can't get enough of. More inspiration to ur works @Twaci

Thanks a lot

I am glad you like it

Coldfeets:
Who told you that?

The story is already done and dusted.

You can read the remaining 85% by rereading E.L James Fifty Shades of Gray assuming you've not read that tripe before.

Twaci is just trying to make a Naija version.

I hope she doesn't succeed.

You should look for 50 shades darker...there's more to that story.