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It is more like you don't exactly know what you want.

The eleven apc governors have done what is fair and right.

Wonders will never end.

So some people are still on this Jonanthan matter. When will this theatre of the absurd end?

Domestic violence is becoming rampart these days. Men should calmn down.

Cool story

It is an odd world. I am not surprised.

Candidlady:
Re you angry with the Barman?
The mom?
The kid?
Or the government?


Like it was not an irresponsible incompetent man that left her(the kid's mum) in that state.


Dead genders

All have sinned and fallen short of glory.

At this rate, we will have Ministry for rape and armed robbery.

Currentblog:
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It is not funny.

Very good to hear. Congrats to them.

The forceful kissing was Henrietta's primary defense concern, since it was direct contact with her body, but since her clothes being steadily removed was not as jolting to the senses, her brain was slower to react to that affront.

The blouse was open and all the buttons, soon enough, undone. Shortly, it was almost entirely pulled off, just the sleeves were stuck at the elbows. Rita switched to having both hands do different tasks.

One pulling the blouse off her student's shoulders and the other alternating between pulling her skirt up by the legs, and down by the waist, confusing Henrietta's reaction.

Rita's eyes were still closed, but she was concentrated and had complete control of the situation, but Henrietta was just reacting to different stimuli....she didn't stand a chance.

But at the moment, most of all, Rita wanted her tongue to penetrate her target's mouth....since she felt that would be a lot for Henrietta to process.....and she really enjoyed kissing...... so she decided on a different approach to the problem: to try and divert and shock her student enough to gain entry.

She immediately reached down between Henrietta's legs and cupped the young student's pussy, through her thong, with her hand, getting a few gentle rubs in on her clitoris with a thumb.

Henrietta jumped, her hands shot down to grab the offending hand's wrist and pull it away from her most private of places, and both her eyes and mouth opened in shock.

Lunging at the opportunity, Rita's tongue entered Henrietta's mouth. Her head tipped slightly, and their lips locked.. It was a job well done, and the reward was well worth the work. Rita pushed in with delight. Her tongue explored every part of her young opponent's mouth, and sought out her tongue to engage and play with.

Her hand left Henrietta's genitals, and moved up her body. Her other hand joined the journey and midway up her torso they began a firm push, which Rita leveraged with her whole body. This took magnificent coordination and concentration.

As Henrietta's body fell back, Rita's followed it, not breaking the kiss at all, in fact fighting Henrietta's attempts at liberating her mouth while she did it. She then moved her legs between Henrietta's, spreading them with her own.

As she did that, her hands continued up Henrietta's body, and ended up cupping her face, lightly stroking by the ears, and following her soft jaw line, and feeling her hair.

Henrietta could barely think now. Her hands were weakly grabbing at her teacher's sweatshirt, of no use at all. The tongue in her mouth was overwhelming. It felt good, there was no denying it.

She just didn't want to be made to feel good in this way by another woman, especially forcefully. But these weren't linear thoughts in her mind. Everything was scattered.

Of all the senses, Henrietta's hearing was the most focused at the moment, and it latched onto one sound that made an impression on her, emotionally. Thoughts flooded her mind because of it.

As Rita forcefully and passionately made out with her victim, the teacher took a single, very slow and drawn out, quiet, but strong breath. It was a deep inhale, and light, light exhale, as she kissed. It sounded so contented, like a hard day's work was done, and now she could relax and enjoy herself.

It sounded pleasured, like she was experiencing a wonderful massage after a difficult and enduring struggle. It sounded like relief, like she was finally getting to eat after starving the whole day.... and even if what she got was a little, it was the most delicious thing she'd ever had.

Henrietta felt, more than she understood these things, and it made her, though she didn't want to have sex with this woman, understand that trying to stop this would be a fight, and how that fight had gone already was an indication that she wouldn't win.

Rita broke the kiss, finally, and raised herself up so she was kneeling.



Nothing For Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-g

Suzanne would only been sucking on his dick for about a minute, but he was panting so much she thought he would shoot his load down the back of her throat any second.

“I want to Bleep you so much,” he groaned.

Suzanne let his cock drop out of her mouth and reached round to unclip her bra. She removed it and lent back on the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his hands up her thighs to her shorts and slowly peeled them off exposing her dripping wet pussy. He started to rub her clit hard with his thumb bringing her to the edge of orgasm.

Simbi was still a bit inactive as if unsure of what to do. She was very quiet and Suzanne wondered if she - Simbi - was starting to regret asking her to be there. It was as if Suzanne was stealing the whole show.

Phillip turned to her and said, “Can I start with your friend?”

His voice sounded more like someone begging than asking a question. But it was an unnecessary question as he had already started with Suzanne.

Simbi nodded again before speaking. “Yes. I don’t mind. I actually want to see you doing it.”

Phillip grinned and grabbed Suzanne’s hips and pulled her bum off the edge of the bed causing her back to arch. He moved closer to the bed and placed the tip of his cock against her pussy lips.

“I want it to look like you are begging for it,” Simbi told her.

Suzanne smiled at her and turned back to Phillip. He and just started to massage her clit with tip of his cock. She was so desperate to have him inside her. In compliance with what Simbi said, Suzanne turned to Phillip and urged him to take her.

“I’m in need. Just treat her like a desperate person in need. Please take me,” Suzanne told him.

It delighted him to hear that. He rammed his cock so hard into her that she screamed and moaned with each thrust. At the same time, he teased on her hard nipples.

Now, she could see delight on Simbi’s face too. “Yes. Bleep that dirty babe,” Simbi mumbled.

Suzanne turned towards her. Simbi’s hand was inside her panties and she was rubbing her pussy hard with her fingers.

It did not take a long time. “I’m going to cum,” Phillip groaned.

“Cum in my pussy,” Suzanne moaned, looking him straight in the eye.


Trapped:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

Hmm... interesting times ahead.

The 'garri eater' is on the move again.

Henrietta didn't know what to do for sure. Her teacher had replied just like she was replying to one of Henrietta's excuses for not doing any homework. A sort of been-there-done-that tone that implied she knew what she was doing and didn't need this conversation since she knew what was going on already. “And......look....I'm not comfortable with this. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not bi-curious or whatever.” The button came undone, the offending hand reached down to the next, and Henrietta looked down towards it, then back up at her teacher, desperately, “Rita, I'm not a lesbian.”

“Really? Yeah, I figured as much. That's okay, no worries.” the very attractive, dark-skinned woman said to her student—like she had dealt with this situation a thousand times before. Like Henrietta was making excuses that didn't need to be made. Then she added, with a smile, “I'll enjoy you enough for the both of us.”

Then she leaned in and brought her lips to Henrietta's.






Chapter Eleven

Henrietta closed her lips tight, and Rita's started a gentle but consistent attack in retaliation for the non-cooperation. Rita kissed her student's lips once, then twice, quickly, and then planted her lips on the girl's for a good long, sustained attempt. Her hands, moved from the embrace to quickly and deftly undoing the remaining few buttons on Henrietta's shirt, while Henrietta haplessly held her teacher's wrists, making a sorry attempt to keep the hands from doing their work. The groping of the breast had been a demand for sex. That demand not being answered in the positive, there was a declaration of war, and Rita had begun the battle.

Henrietta was confused and unsure of herself. This was so unexpected. She had a dozen disconnected thoughts running through her mind, and the overflow of physical sensations was as overpowering as Rita's body. The determined hands working away at her clothing, the large soft lips that were so aggressively enjoying her own, the feel of her teacher's breaths against her upper lip and nose were regulated and under control, but nonetheless felt passionate.

She could hardly concentrate on fighting Rita's hands when her teacher's lips were trying to get her to open her mouth, with the occasional flick of her tongue showing that she was not satisfied with simple kisses. Her shirt was undone and being pushed off her shoulders before she even realized it was happening. The kissing was really throwing her off. She was a step behind her teacher because of it. Her eyes closed, as the teacher was just too close...

Rita was pleased. She looked at this like she was besieging a city or fighting a war. She opened her campaign against her opponent with a full-on surprise assault on her mouth, but she compounded the confusion by beginning an attack from an unexpected direction, and, before the defender could react, she was attacking somewhere else. First the buttons to the blouse were undone, and when Henrietta's hands went to frantically fumble away at redoing them, the blouse was being pulled off her shoulders, and when her hands went to find her blouse to pull it back on, her skirt was being hiked up to expose her pink thong, but in the time it took for a hand to start pulling the skirt back down to cover herself, her bra was off and gone. Slowly but surely the girl was being undressed, and Rita was happy about her progress.

She was a great multi-tasker, and working away at Henrietta was the most fun she'd had in a long time, and she was going at it like a project that needed to be done. She was very efficient.

The bra was gone, and the breasts were ready to be enjoyed, but there was no need to divide the attack yet. The forceful kissing was Henrietta's primary defense concern, since it was direct contact with her body, but since her clothes being steadily removed was not as jolting to the senses, her brain was slower to react to that affront.

Nothing goes for nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

“His name is Philip and he is ready to take the two of us,” Simbi twitted. She went on to tell her how much Phillip had paid her and the least amount of money Suzanne should collect from him. Suzanne nodded in excitement.

Phillip was in shorts as they entered the room. “Hey, am I not so lucky today to be having two beautiful, hot ladies to myself?” he asked rhetorically.

Simbi did the introduction.

“You are as beautiful and bewitching as your friend,” he told Suzanne.

Suzanne smiled and studied him. He could not be more than twenty-five and was probably into internet fraud, but who cared?

Suzanne joined in the drinks they were having before she came.

Later, Phillip ordered sumptuous meal. They ate to their satisfaction. Much later, it was time for the erotic thing. Phillip started by kissing Simbi. She pulled her T-shirt above her head and threw it on the sofa. He must have started to get excited because he started to pull his clothes off too. Soon, he was standing naked in front of Simbi while she was still trying to get her jeans off.

Not to be left behind in the action, Suzanne sat down on the bed, pulled her jeans trousers out of the legs and kicked them to the side. She was still wearing a black pair of skin tight shorts and black bra when Phillip stepped up to her. His rock-hard cock hovered in front of her face.

Suzanne saw Simbi step to the side so she could see his cock sticking up in front of her.

Simbi did not smile. She just looked nervous, even a little uncomfortable. Alright, it was their first party, but she did not have to be nervous. Simbi nodded at Suzanne so Suzanne put her hands around Phillip’s back and clamped the palms of her hands against his arse and pulled him towards her. She massaged the tip of his dick with her tongue, wetting it with spit. He pushed his hands through her hair and caressed her face as She sucked on his hard cock and wanked the bass with her hand. She took the entire length into her mouth and felt the tip touch the back of her throat. A couple of drips of pre-cum leaked out onto her tongue.

“Your cock taste so good,” Suzanne said looking up into his eyes. She stuck his hard-on back in her mouth and carried on sucking and waking his shaft.

Suzanne would only been sucking on his dick for about a minute, but he was panting so much she thought he would shoot his load down the back of her throat any second.

“I want to Bleep you so much,” he groaned.




Trapped: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

Nice work.

Nice work.

Is a Magistrate court competent to hear the case? Let justice be done.

She just looked up at me, so pretty, her eyes a royal blue that began its edging towards violet as she watched the rapturous expressions crossing my face.

Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as she continued to pump me. She barely blinked even as my eyes fluttered as she pushed me to the edge of my orgasm.

My hips suddenly twitched and I was sure she could feel the tension in my balls, so Wumi backed off quickly and began stroking my cock with both hands as she aimed it right at her face.

My first shot drew a line straight from the bridge of her nose and down to her upper lip. The second spurted right into her mouth, which she closed and immediately began murmuring happily as she swallowed.

And without stopping the motion of her hands she pumped out the rest of my jizz onto her chest, where little puddles of my cum oozed down between her naked breasts.

I wanted to lay back and fall asleep in that moment, but the sight of Wumi covered in my cum held my attention on her even as the rest of my body sagged.

She smiled and used a finger to scoop up some of my cream, popping it into her mouth and sucking like a lollipop.

Still smiling, Wumi got up, completely topless. "I'll be right back," she husked as she grabbed her purse and her clothes and went into my bathroom.

We hadn't taken the time to slip off her shoes, so her heels clacked loudly on my wood floors with every step.

I fully expected Wumi to emerge fully clothed and ready to say goodbye. She'd gotten her own orgasm and she'd gotten her taste of cum. After all, she'd promised it would be just a Mouth Gig.

I should have known better.

Wumi came out almost completely nude. She was still wearing her jewelry and she was still wearing her heels. But that was it.

And so with an impish grin on her face, Wumi came right up to me and began pulling me off the couch.

"Wumi, you promised," I whimpered.

"Yeah, I lied." The phrase so casually fell from her lips, but then she was pulling off my shirt and pressing her hard nipples into my chest. Then she leaned in and whispered into my ear.

"Besides, for all you know this is your last night in this bed. We have to give it a warm sendoff." And then she licked my ear.

My knees were turning to jello, and yet they were still much stronger than my resolve. I managed to kick my shoes off, quickly followed by my jeans and then I was as naked as she was, except for her high heels. Those I wanted her to leave on.

I held Wumi's head in my hands as I kissed her, filling my nostrils with her spicy sweet scent. And for just a moment, we had a quiet peace. I was filled with all the desire and affection I had for this woman.

She was so sexy, so vibrant, so attractively self-confident. I knew I could be happy with this woman who had been such a dear friendfor four years, even if she was a little self-centered.


Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

She took some paper and dabbed between her legs. "There! Show's over!"

"Wasn't that crazy?" she laughed as she pulled up her swimsuit.

She kissed my cheek. "But I'm glad you showed me about taking a whiz!" Our laughter echoed around the tiny bathroom.

We dove back into the pool and shook off the tension with a few laps up and down the length of the pool

Short of breath, we floated for awhile on two blow-up rafts, lazing in the warm sun.

"I really would like to know the answer to my question, Prince. Are you sexually active? Are you sure you can't tell me?"

I grasped her toes and moved her raft in a circle. I pretended not to know what she was talking about.

"When you disappear on your bicycle with Mercy or Sola... ?"

"That's a good idea~! Want to go for a ride?"

"Okay, okay, you aren't going to answer that one, I guess. Sure, let's go. Will we do the same thing as you do on your rides with your girlfriends?"

"If you want to." I said, bravely. "You have made me an offer I can't refuse." I said in my best imitation of Don Corleone in "The Godfather.".

She rode ahead of me for awhile, her pretty bottom switching back and forth in the tight jeans. She wore a white blouse with the tails tied in a knot, leaving her waist bare. Her blue panties were just visible above the waist of her jeans. Her pony tail switched back and forth in a very sexy way.

We eventually were riding along a road that followed a small river.

"Turn right on the path." I called.

She stood up in the pedals and I could see that the jeans fit right up into her slit between her legs. Watching her was making me very hard which would be difficult to hide when we dismounted. It seemed that everything about my step Mom made me think of sex.

The path was overgrown and obviously had fallen into disuse over the years. We could still ride down it, but the tall grass and weeds brushed against us as we went along. Soon we were into a band of trees that concealed the river.




Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

Tam only nodded. They soon started another conversation. In her mind, she was thinking of many things. How would she get her clothes and her things out from Bashy’s place? She had not imagined a situation like this coming up. Well, surely, Bashy would arrange for how that would be done.

After the meal, Tam took her back to his house where he had a quickie. It was about four o’clock that Suzanne left him. She decided to call Simbi.

“Hello, Simbi. Where’re you?”

“I’m in Lekki,” she replied.

“See, Bashy just called me now that his brother-in-law is in the house and I cannot come around to the house for now. I’m thinking of going back to our room.”

“No problem. Go ahead.”

“The trouble now is my own key to the house is in the bag in Bashy’s apartment. How do I enter the place?”

There was a pause as Simbi appeared to think over it. “Okay, let me discuss it here. I’ll get back to you.”

“Alright.”

Suzanne waited for her call. About five minutes later, Simbi called. “Okay. Can you come over to this place? There can be something for you here.”

Suzanne immediately felt excited. “Why not? Just send the house address to me or tell me how to get there.”

Simbi giggled across the line. “Okay, I trust you.”

Within some minutes, the address came by sms text message. Suzanne flagged down a cab to take her to the guesthouse in Lekki. She would surely be there. The drive to the place was smooth. She tried to chat with Bashy on WhatsApp, but he was not replying.

“Which kind go-slow be this on a Saturday morning?” the driver complained at a time. Suzanne ignored him and continued pinging on her phone.

The guesthouse was a fanciful one. Suzanne called Simbi to let her know that she was within the premises.

“Stay right there at the reception,” Simbi replied. “I’m coming.”

A couple of minutes later, Simbi came to meet her at the reception. She took Suzanne’s hand and together, they went towards the guy’s room.

“His name is Philip and he is ready to take the two of us,” Simbi twitted. She went on to tell her how much Phillip had paid her and the least amount of money Suzanne should collect from him. Suzanne nodded in excitement.

Phillip was in shorts as they entered the room.

Trapped: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515