They now forced your eyes to read?

terrezo2002:

I didn't come to Romance section. I came to trending and I saw this.
You seem not to have bad feelings about this post. Why don't you surrender to Jesus who died for your sins

Sorry Oga oh but what were you looking for in the romance section.

terrezo2002:
Abusing Christmas with stupid and sinful posts. I'd this way to celebrate the birth of a Saviour who gave His life to save humanity from their sins?

Merry Christmas

greatnaija01:
MERRY CHRISTMAS

Because am begging you?

Oxster:
I will be very stupid to read that All

Sorry but that's not about me. It's just a short story. Merry Christmas

I knew I couldn't wait for my future husband to be the one to take my virginity. And each time my mother talked about the benefits of waiting till marriage, all I could think of was how wet David made me feel each time we made out. David wasn't my boyfriend, we were more like friends with benefits. I liked David, a whole lot but he had a girlfriend who happened to be one of my friends. I couldn't understand why David was still with her, considering how happy he looked whenever we were together. He always told me he loved me but Becky was his official girlfriend.

And after that night at the party, after we both made out, I knew we somehow wouldn't let go of each other. David had gone to the party with Becky and I sat alone, drowning myself with alcohol making eyecontacts with David. He too was high. That was our mutual bond-we both need how to get high. I knew what was going through his mind. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. But we had to be subtle about it all before Becky notices anything. I kept drinking, trying to get the thoughts off my head, when David in his drunken state walked up to my table, took my hand and walked out of the party. I wanted to look at Becky's face but on second thought, I didn't.
We walked to a dark corner, where he sat on the pavement and pulled me closer to himself. His hands were so warm as he squeezed my ass. I closed my eyes as the cool breeze added to the pleasure. I intentionally did not wear pants to the party because I knew something was going down.
And he kissed me. David Was The best kisser I know. He had full, thick lips and I loved the way he bites my lips while kissing me. He also knew how to do that tongue thingy that sent fire to my body. His lips tasted like alcohol and weed. And I kissed harder as though it would get me high too.
'I love you, Stella'
I knew he did. Or maybe the alcohol was messing the both of us up.
He put his hand into my top and squeezed my boobs. My breasts were small and he could easily manoeuvre the both of them. I moaned silently as he put his mouth on it, sucking and biting. It was painful, painful pleasure. I wanted all of him then, I wanted to finally know what it felt like to have sex.
'let's do it. ' I said, with eyes closed as a result of the pleasure.
'here is too open. And I love to take my time.'
I smiled and nodded. Now I had something to think about, to anticipate.

Then one day, I received a text on my phone from David, asking if we could spend the night together. I was thrilled, not because I was going to see David but because of what I knew would go down but I didn't make it so obvious
'what's in for me? ' I asked.
'an orgasm'
I didn't waste any more time as I took my bag and went to the hotel where he was waiting for me.
As typical of David, there was already lots of stuff on the central table. Alcohol, cigarettes, pills and weed. He knew how to have a good time.
We sat down, smoking and drinking and laughing at things that weren't even funny.
'why do I have to share you with Becky? '
I knew I was sounding selfish but each time as I imagined him making Becky feel the same way I felt, it weakened me.
'you know I love you. Am just with Becky for reasons known best to me. '
I wanted to push further but I decided not to push it.

We both got high and passed out. It was not until 3am that I awoke and changed the Christian music that played on David's phone. It was bad enough we were committing sin but to rub it on God's face?
I looked at David who was sleeping. He looked so innocent that I had to smile. I climbed over on him and quickly pulled off his shorts. His dick was asleep too and it looked very funny. I knew I'd mock him later with it. I wanted to give him a Mouth Gig but I wondered how to have the dangling dick in my mouth. So I decided to just play with the dick and it hardened gradually. That had to be one of the wonders of the world. David woke with a smile on his face. Now I was sure he'd never forget me. I took all of him into my mouth and the way he moaned made me want to do more. I could feel him fetter harder in my mouth. I had read somewhere online that during a Mouth Gig, you should never forget the balls. So I went down to the balls, sucking them one after the other. He muttered a 'Bleep! ' and I was tempted to ask 'who's ya momma! ' but on second thought, imagined how stupid it would sound. I kept sucking both the dick and the balls till David came in my mouth. I quickly ran to the bathroom to pour it away and to rinse my mouth.
Immediately I got out, David grabbed me and pinned me to the wall, kissing and choking me at the same time. I had always imagined how cool that would be but I was actually choking and struggled to break free. He turned me over, pushing me against the table, taking off my gown. It was as though I had awoken the beast in him. At that moment, I was scared. David didn't know that I was a virgin and it looked like he was about to go hardcore.
And I started feeling his dick all over my ass, as though it was searching for the pussy. David used his other hand to make me lie flat on the table. My heart beat increased. And I suddenly did not want to lose my virginity again but it was already too late as I felt a very sharp pain that made me scream.
David didn't stop. Maybe he was still high. He kept thrusting in and out. The faster he went, the more I screamed till I couldn't take it anymore. I struggled till he pulled out. And then he realized that he had taken my virginity. There was blood on his dick. And he was speechless. I ran to the bathroom and shut the door and let the shower pour on my body. I didn't know how to react but I just wanted to be alone.

Three weeks later, my vagina began itching and smelling like fish water. I went to the hospital. And they told me I had staphylococcus.

Nawa Oo...wickedness full this world

Love does die.

DerahAlex:
I know someone that I wish I didn't ever know who always argued that love never dies but is pressed down to the subconscious but then he proved his own theory wrong. How? He claimed he loved a girl then after two years, he wasn't sure what he felt for her and he fell for another girl. Need I say more?
Love dies just like every other thing that lives(apart from God). Love dies when you stop nourishing it. It dies when you stop taking care of it. Love dies when you take it for granted or when you maltreat it because you believe it will always be there.
Some people argue that if love dies then it wasn't true love to begin with.
Does that really exist? Or is it something that was made up for us to feel unfulfilled and miserable when we feel we don't have it.
I used to believe so much in that fairytale love because I saw a lot of romance movies and that kinda gave me a false idea of what love should be. In those movies, love didn't die. The lovers always ended up together and lived happily ever after. At the end of the day, its just a huge scam. Life has taught me that love is not always going to be unicorns and rainbows. Sometimes love is messed up, bizarre and crazy. Other times, its just plain bleeped up.
We should really stop going after the people who don't love and want us and learn to cherish those that are always there. Those that are our friends. Those that appreciate our presence.
To cut the long story short, I believe love dies. I'm a living proof or what do you think?