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Bear with her. Your wait will not be forever.

Politics is indeed a game of mistrusts. If I were Osinbajo, I will not declare my interest to contest against my benefactor. Never. A person of wisdom will not do so.

This is more of speculative news. Who were the Generals supporting the power shift? How could the source be certain that Obasanjo's support was limited to the people mentioned?

This is a good job by the NDLEA. Kudos to them for the recent drug-bursting accomplishments. More grease to their elbow. Buba Marwa is doing well.

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Zamar:
Interesting update.

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Suzanne began to feel that wild tingle again and thought, ‘How can she cum when he’s in my ass?’ but soon this wonderful orgasm flowed over her, not racking her like the others but a very pleasant feeling as they rolled up her spine, washing through her body in perfect harmony with him. He announced that he was going to cum again and suddenly slipped his cock from her ass and buried it deep into her pussy again. This sudden change sent her belly into overtime again and she knew that within seconds, she was going to cum again. She dropped to the mattress just as the first wave hit her hard and before she dimmed out. She heard him growl and felt him slam into her with his cock pumping more of his sperm into her.

He pushed her forward off his cock and moved up and slipped in between her and the headboard, leaving no doubt in her mind that he wanted her to suck his virile cock again. He began rubbing it against the side of her face as she lifted her head up to accept him. He pushed his cock into her mouth and gripped her head with both hands.

There was no gentle talk now. He plainly told her to suck his fucking cock, that it was time for her to swallow his fucking juice. She knew that she should pull away and tell him to be mindful of the way he talked to her, but she shrugged it off. The taste of his cum-covered cock in her mouth was just so overpowering that she just let herself go and began sucking his cock with pleasure.

In any case, she did not have a choice as he had paid for the service. Later that Saturday morning, Enobong and his friend left them in the lodging place.

“We have business to do,” Lade said. “Expect us back in the evening.”

Simbi and Suzanne had nothing to do than to chat over experiences with the friends; eat, drink and enjoy themselves. The two friends did not return until late in the night. Enobong said he was tired and went on to sleep. However, some hours later when he woke up, he was strong and desirous enough to engage in another long sex. It was not as rigorous as the first day and Suzanne could guess he was going out of steam.

By Sunday afternoon, Simbi and Suzanne were back in their small room. They were happy it was a jolly and fruitful weekend. With the money they made, they felt on top of the world.

* * *

Some weeks later, Suzanne met a guy on one of the love-chat platforms who became interested in her. In the course of their chats, he revealed that he was an accountant, married with two kids, but his wife, a nurse, had recently relocated to Canada with the kids. They also chatted through phone calls.

He called himself Bashy and they arranged how they would meet. He invited her to his house, a-two bedroom flat at Onipanu. Bashy was in his mid-thirties, but Suzanne got on well with him as she was attracted to him on a physical level. The first day they met, he was behaving in a romantic way. He gave her a perfume and a brand new Infinix phone.

“Oh, thank you so much,” she gushed as she gave him a hug.

He held on to her and gave her a kiss. Yes, she knew it would come to this. He began kissing her gently on her neck while slowly caressing her breasts and ass through her jeans and top. It felt so incredibly good to be touched so gently. She felt as if he was lighting her skin on fire each time his fingers touched her.

His warm breath on her neck felt like a blowtorch fueling her growing lust between her legs. His hand slipped under her top, found the clasp of her bra and popped it with ease. His hand moved to her breast and gently plucked at her already hard nipples. He slowly lifted her top over her head and dropped it on the couch. Then pulled her to him and kissed her deeply before telling her what a beautiful young lady she was.




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

The falcons cannot hear the falconer.

Nice work

What a paradox. In the midst of socio-political problems, the concern is a royal wedding!

When willl all these factions realize it is better to get off frictions?

Nice one. Tiwa is for us.

Oh Lord, soften the hardened heart of vindictive ones in our society, so that peace will reign.

“She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.

Rita put her had out, and lightly brushed away the tears. “Hey, its okay. We'll figure something out. How about this? I'll give you more time on your homework (Henrietta looked up hopefully), and a couple times a week you come by my place and I'll talk about the material with you.”
Henrietta didn't know what to say, this was the kindest she'd ever seen Ms. Lawal.....

“Thank you! Thank you soooo much. Oh my gosh. I will definitely learn this stuff Ms. Lawal, there is no...”

Rita stiffened up again. “Don't miss any meetings with me. Don't complain about the work. Do what I say. Everything. And I won't fail you. Understand?”

“Yes, yes...thank you, you are the best!” Henrietta exclaimed, as she picked up her bags and started for the door.


“Just do the work. I'll email you my address. Come by on Thursday night.”

“Okay! Thannkk youuu!” Henrietta's voice trailed off as the door closed behind her.

“See you then Henrietta” Rita said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Rita sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.

Same reason he did I guess.





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

She was wearing tight blue jeans that morning and I remember thinking that even in jeans she could be my fantasy woman. The jeans were always new looking and looked as if tailored perfectly to her curves. The front buttoned at the top of that nice little bulge of tummy and she never needed a belt, they were that tight. Almost painted on. The perfect blue denim tummy was sensual enough to make me gasp, but it swept smoothly into a picture perfect pubic mound. And the mound lead into a split of pussy lips sculpted by the denim into beckoning guides for my eyes. They look soft and touchable and I dreamt about them sometimes. Her firm thighs are bound into taut curves like the Greek statues I ogled at the museum. She turned and I had a view of her perfect bottom cupped by the jeans and held beautifully firm and inviting. She turned and caught my eyes on her bottom.

"You are staring at me!"

"Sorry."

"I kind of like it, sweetie. How about a swim first?"

"Great!"

When I came back with my trunks, she had shucked out of the jeans and panties and they lay ringed on the floor of the laundry room. Even that was sexy to me. The panties were still ringed into the same shape as that formed by the jeans and I picked them up and held them to my nose. The scent of woman. A mix of perfume and something wonderful which I knew was the essence of her sex, the deep dusky secret scent between her legs. There was a very light white line along the crotch where her slit had left its moist trace. It was 10 AM and I had a hard-on already.

I heard her splash into the pool.

Later as we hung on the side of the pool, she questioned me gently about my budding sex life, sexual feelings and questions. It was a typical conversation which she didn't do too often, but this was her regular way of checking up.

"Auntie Deborah wants to know ... if you are sexually active, Prince."

"Aw, step Mom..." my face went crimson again and I tried to lead away from the subject. "Auntie Deborah is always saying that you need to get laid!" I taunted. "What does she mean by that?"

"Prince! Such talk for a son! She didn't say that..." Now her face was crimson.

"Well, what does she mean by that?"

"Oh, Auntie Deborah is my big sister. You know! She thinks I'm cranky sometimes and I would be happier if I had sex more often."

"Is she right?"




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

Nice

He let out a groan and said her ass was even tighter than her fucking cunt and that he was going to break her in good. He shoved what felt like a foot of his cock into me, making her squeal and squirm on his cock. He said that she had a nasty hot ass and that he was going to ream her out good, as he stroked even more of his huge cock into her.

It was hard to breath as he would drive into her and she soon found herself breathing in cadence with his fucking, inhaling on the outstroke and exhaling on his in stroke. Sooner than she would have thought, she felt his balls smacking against her pussy and knew that he was completely filling her ass with his wonderful virile cock.

Suzanne began to feel that wild tingle again and thought, ‘How can she cum when he’s in my ass?’ but soon this wonderful orgasm flowed over her, not racking her like the others but a very pleasant feeling as they rolled up her spine, washing through her body in perfect harmony with him.

He announced that he was going to cum again and suddenly slipped his cock from her ass and buried it deep into her pussy again. This sudden change sent her belly into overtime again and she knew that within seconds, she was going to cum again. She dropped to the mattress just as the first wave hit her hard and before she dimmed out. She heard him growl and felt him slam into her with his cock pumping more of his sperm into her.

He pushed her forward off his cock and moved up and slipped in between her and the headboard, leaving no doubt in her mind that he wanted her to suck his virile cock again. He began rubbing it against the side of her face as she lifted her head up to accept him. He pushed his cock into her mouth and gripped her head with both hands.

There was no gentle talk now. He plainly told her to suck his fucking cock, that it was time for her to swallow his fucking juice. She knew that she should pull away and tell him to be mindful of the way he talked to her, but she shrugged it off. The taste of his cum-covered cock in her mouth was just so overpowering that she just let herself go and began sucking his cock with pleasure.




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