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She just cast her pearls to the swine. Next she will force those debased tits into an innocent dude's buccal cavity. Give me another definition of abomination. 1 Like |
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sidneyj:It's not MANNA. It's just WORM. |
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divinehand2003: For many, their shame won't even allow them to stand. They'll just lie down and cover their eyes... |
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Copyright©2016 by Anomihe Vincent C. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any form of information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used as fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or location is entirely coincidental. This is a story about a heartbroken lady who has had so much scars from her past relationships, and was tired of the secrets that tugged at her soul. A secret no one but two souls knew about. Eventually she got tired of it all and decided to find happiness from odd places. And possibly true love... |
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Thank you nady94. |
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Next chapter is ready... |
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I will appreciate your comments on this piece. |
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This is one of my latest literary works which I want to share with my people here on Nairaland. Observations and criticisms are welcome, so long as they are constructive. I hope you enjoy this piece of mystery... |
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Copyright©2016 by Anomihe Vincent C. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any form of information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used as fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or location is entirely coincidental. |
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Thank you Emmie for your kind comments. I do appreciate it. Better tomorrow abounds... 2 Likes |
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Thanks a lot LarrySun. |
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Part 2... In her he head, Mirella knew this was the time to stop. She knew what incest was all about and she could just stop this before it progressed. But a greater part of her was urging her on. ‘When was the last time she really had a man inside her?’ she thought. She could barely recall. It had been her vibrator alone for a long time. And she had drooled over her cousin in her heart for a very long time. She could as well take the plunge and regret later. It was like having Shane all over again. Then without warning, her brassieres became undone in a swift move from Ritchie, and in no time both her shirt and brassiere were on floor. Now her breasts were out, the perky pink nipples taunt and hard. ‘This is it!’ she thought. Ritchie let out a soft moan as Mirella’s right hand snaked its way into his already unbuttoned trousers. As her hand closed around his member, he let out a soft gasp of pleasure. Mirella had always missed Shane for that part of him that has always made her weak. Shane; her son's father was one on those rare men that was expressly and generously endowed by nature; and Mirella had loved and missed every inch of it. But now, as her hands closed around Ritchie, she heaved a silent sigh. It was huge, quite huge. Just like Shane! Even bigger!! Richards could not believe it; Mirrella’s breasts were still in perfect shape. He starred down as the nipples pushing themselves at him. They were like pink radio knobs; even better than Jessica’s. Although his mind was still swirling on the inside from the hangover, he knew they were heading towards a point of no return. But right now he was past caring also. In a moment his trousers were on the floor, joining and already scattered heap of clothes. Without hesitation Mirella did same, and with a calculated stride, stepped out of her heap of skirt and undies. Suddenly Mirella was not ashamed anymore. This was a day she had over time fantasized about, day-dreamed and thought about. Richards’s powerful physique stood tall before her; the bulging biceps, the sculpted abdomen, the long and sturdy thighs. She took it all in and swallowed. In a mad rush of passion and uncontrolled emotion, Ritchie scooped Mirella up almost effortlessly and laid her on the sofa. His aunt smiled up at him. Encouraged, a bit tenderly, he brought his lips down on those nipples one at a time. Mirella’s hand encircled his back as her toes curled up in reflex. It was when she felt the tongue working its way down towards her navel that another groan escaped her lips. She pushed Ritchie aside and took him in her mouth. ‘Unbelievable!’ Ritchie thought. She seemed to know the art so well. As he stood beside the sofa; eyes closed, at that instant nothing else mattered. Not even his stolen money or Jessica. Mirella felt Richard’s body tense and tremble. ‘Oh no’, she thought. ‘This is not going to be cut this short’. She turned around on the sofa and bent over. They did not have to talk; there was little they could say to themselves at this point anyways. When Ritchie saw her bent over, he knew what he was to do. Stepping in behind Mirella, he brought his turgid member down on her as she whipped up a hand to guide him in. Slowly, tenderly, with a suppressed moan of passion, he entered her as Mirella let out a passionate whimper. There at the couch at the living room, Ritchie knew they had crossed the Rubicon. Right now there was nothing him, or his aunt, or anyone else for that matter could do about it. This was an act he knew they were going to have to live with for the rest of their lives. A secret they would most probably take with them to their graves. But right then, all that did not matter. Mirella felt herself filled up by Richard, as he rammed himself way down to the hilt of his turgid member into her. She closed her eyes. She was lost in the moment. In minutes they had collapsed together in a heap on the sofa. There was nothing yet to be said, but the silent realization of the implication of their act as they tenderly stroked each other. For Mirella, although it was the first time, it did not change the fact that she just consensually had sex with her cousin. That was incest. She wondered what would happen to the relationship they had from that time onwards. ‘Was it going to get better, or was it going to get worse?’ she thought. Just then, and without warning, her doorbell rang. |
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I will give you a professional advice. It depends on 1. The location and 2. The dimension and design of the building structure. But for an on-the-spot answer, I will say NO; it DEFINITELY CAN NOT. ALTHOGH, I will advice you get a Quantity Surveyor to do the costing for you to the least of cost of labour and material inputs. It won't put a big hole in your wallet an you'll be rest assured of what you are doing; even if you want to take it in stages. Thank me later. Arc. V |
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Just having this carrot for dinner, and it looks funky so I wanted to share. Stuff appears weird though. . . Lolz 1 Like 1 Share
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I have been in tricycles known as keke, but this one really stood out. Boarded this in Minna, Niger State; from somewhere around Bosso. Yours truly was sitting directly behind the fan as this driver who you can see his back brought his innovation to life. A hyper ventilated tri-cycle! I enjoyed my ride as it was a hot afternoon, but then this is one contraption that has no regulation. I enjoyed my ride though; who says Nigerian's are not innovative? 1 Like 1 Share
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