Ok so so so, I was bored and decided to write a story
Can also be read on my blog, please don't hurt me for the typos, punctuation mistakes etc etc 

I'm open for any critisisms you have, CONSTRUCTIVE people, se o tigbo? 

So, this story is called, 'Jealous Partner', (not very imaginative, I know). 

PART 1
“You are full of so much shit Funke, do you know that?” barked Yinka, it was very unlike him to shout but Funke had stretched him well past his limit, he could not take it anymore, the constant refusing to pick up her phone whenever he was around and whenever she did, she was so hesitant about it. He had also seen her around with this guy a few times, but she would constantly say that there was nothing going on between them, they were only ‘friends’, abeg, tell that to the birds he thought, abi was he born yesterday?

“Ah, well thank you very much Yinka” answered Funke, as usual her reply reeked of sarcasm, she hated it when her boyfriend got all moody on her, he did it so frequently that it had become an insanely irritating habit to her, why was this guy so paranoid? Can’t a guy and a girl just be friends? She thought, not even noticing that she was actually voicing her thoughts, silently, but not silently enough as he had managed to hear what she was whispering and even lip read as he watched her intensely. “No they cannot” he replied bitterly, hands on the wheel although he was not actually driving, the car engine was not even on and they were parked in one Mr Bigg's car park.

His tone of voice suddenly changed, he was like a desperate child “Look Funke baby, why are you doing this to me?” Funke was confused, totally puzzled at what he was saying, “What are you talking about? Doing kini?” she replied. “Will you stop acting as if you don’t know what I am talking about! Haba”, Funke was baffled, “Ah ahn, what have I done this time?” she cried. Her question infuriated him even more, one thing about his girl that really pissed him off was when she played dumb and now was not the time or the place “Funke, I can’t stand it when I see you with those other boys, you never pick your phone when we are together and it seems as if you are hiding something from me”.

Everything was silent, for about 10 seconds until Funke suddenly burst out with laughter, “Oh my…” but before she could finish the sentence, he had already interrupted, “THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER, ah ahn, why don’t you ever take me seriously?”, she continued on with her giggles, “Which boys are you talking about?” she managed to get out whilst still laughing like a maniac, “Oh you mean Femi? He is just my classmate” she had finally stopped laughing, “I don’t know why you are too je…” Yinka had cut her off again, “Jealous abi?, why won’t I be jealous, when my girl is busy playing ashewo games with other men”.

It was now Funke’s turn to be angry, how dare he call her a prostitute!? If anything, she was the complete opposite and Yinka knew that, she really could not understand where this attitude of his was coming from, she was fed up. “Look Yinka, I don’t appreciate you calling me names, you are obviously angry about something so please calm down first, maybe we can talk about it later”, “Later ke? Why can’t we talk now? What are you hiding”?

PART 2
“Hiding ke?” Funke had had enough, without a second thought, she grabbed unto her bag and proceeded to stomp out of the car, it was just a shame that Yinka was a step ahead of her, as usual. He knew his girl all too well, as if he could read her mind, Yinka rapidly locked every door in the car, just with the flick of a button. “You are not going anywhere”, his voice was calm, he sounded serious, he was serious, serious and mad. Funke gave a loud groan and sulked in her seat.

“Now, why are you always trying to avoid answering your phone around me? Kilode!?” Funke kept silent and stared out into the street, she could not believe that Yinka was acting like this, she had already told him many times without number, again and again that she was not avoiding anything and that she did not even know what he was constantly on about, this guy was just too paranoid.

“So you can’t talk abi?” Yinka cut into her thoughts, again, she kept silent, she really could not be bothered to answer him, what was the point? Same routine, all the time, she would tell him that she was not up to anything, he just loved to accuse her of the silliest things, gosh he could be so annoying. Yinka was getting really pissed off with her silence, “Funke! Funke!” he bellowed in her ear, he was mad furious and still waiting for her reply.

Finally, she spoke, “I want to go home”, “You must be bloody joking” he replied, “Look Yinka, if you don’t wanna take me home, let me go and I will fine my way on my own, haba!” she was so frustrated, but what was she thinking? It was too dark to be trailing around on her own, what if she was kidnapped, or even worse, raped for that matter? “No jare, I’ll take you I’ll take you" he moaned "But you will come and stay at my house, ok?" “Your house ke”? she asked, a troubled tone to her voice, she began to fiddle with her skirt. “Or will your roommates be missing you that much?” he asked, she did not want to say no because she knew he would start getting moody again, but still. She was speechless.

“But, but, ” Funke began to stutter, “No buts!” Yinka interrupted her, “I just want to spend the night with my girl, or is that a crime baby mi?” he sounded like a child, “Or do you have any plans?” his tone of voice changed rapidly, he sounded jealous, bitter. He knew full well that she did not have any plans but still waited to hear her excuses for not being able to come with him, she could not think of any, damn. There were no lectures for her to attend tomorrow and he knew it. Why had she told him? She felt like slapping herself. Yinka stared at her whilst she was deep in thought and gave a big grin, “This girl will not kill me o, Olorun ma je”, he started the engine.

PART 3
The drive to Yinka’s house was very silent. There was not as much traffic as usual, Yinka was very pleased about this. “Baby mi, se wa ok?(My baby, are you ok?), Why are you so quiet?” he asked, still driving the car. “She was exhausted, sleepy and slumped in her seat, she turned her head to him and nodded, giving a slight smile.

He could see that she was almost sleeping, “Se o fe sun?” (Do you want to sleep?) he asked, “You better not sleep o”, he gave a wide smile which showed his deep dimples, cute, she thought to herself, he was a bit too attentive on her, not keeping his eyes on the road, “Yinka na! Keep your eyes on the road jor, abi you want to kill us!?” Her eyes were wide open now, he burst out laughing, “Ehhn, don’t you want to die with me?” Eyes still not 100% focused on the road like it should have been. “Yinka! Ejor!” she was no longer slumped in her seat, smacking her man and bellowing for him to “Stop all this rubbish!”

He stopped eventually but still continued laughing, he sounded crazy she thought, he was crazy. Funke slumped back into her original position on the seat, Yinka turned on the radio, the song ‘Ololufe’ began playing, “This song is for you baby mi” he smiled at her, she looked back at him and blew him a faint kiss, her mood had suddenly lifted and she no longer felt angry at him anymore. She continued to stare as he sang the song, her guy was fine o, too fine and she could not control the way her body reacted to him, to his smile, his touch, even though she always tried to hide it. “You too like to form” he would always say to her, the last thing she wanted was for him to know the affect he had on her, but he knew, she knew he knew, ‘damn you these human emotions’ should would often joke with herself.

He loved to play wit her, make her lose control, it was like a hobby to him, he knew how to use his charm well, a real Casanova. But he only had eyes for one girl, Funke Idris, Funke baby, his baby, the girl was beautiful, just that she was too stubborn, way too stubborn, “Don’t worry jare” he thought, “You have met you match”.

Finally, they arrived at Yinka’s house, he lived alone and often tried to get Funke to move in with him but she would always refuse and give him the most flimsy excuses he thought. He currently had a good job, nice house and constantly tried to drum into her head the fact that he would take care of her so why not move in? His words seemed to be falling on dead ears as she refused to budge, stubborn girl, “Iwolomo” (You’re on your own) he would say.

Funke was still in university, 19 years of age and a law student. Yinka was 5 years older than her, a graduate, specialising in Economics, he had had his fair share of fun during his time in Uni and knew exactly what students could and would get up to, one of the many many reasons he was so protective over her, he was like a hawk, Funke just thought it was an obsession. They had planned to get married but were waiting for Funke to graduate, well, Yinka was, he wanted to get married to her immediately, she had said that she wanted to get a good job first, settle down, Yinka was just too impatient and as much as e would always call her stubborn, he was even worse.

As soon as they entered the house, Yinka would not keep his hands to himself, she freed herself from his grip stood up from the couch. “Nisuru Yinka, Nisuru!” (Take it easy Yinka, Take it easy) Funke cried. “Baby mi, I am dying here, haba” he replied, “Come, see what you are doing to me”, Her eyes fell down to his crotch, it was like a mountain “Nawa o” she laughed, “Don’t blame me for this abeg, what have I done?” she carried on giggling.

“See baby, if you know what is good for you, you better just come here and finish off what you started” he sounded dead serious, “Oya”, he stood up swiftly and began to kiss her neck, gripping her small waist, his 6’3 stature hovering over her own stature of 5’8, gently gripping her small frame he began to grope her breasts. As much as she tried to fight it, Funke was loving every minute of this, she tried to resist a little but he knew she only forming and without much effort, pulled her back, her head laid on his hard chest, he began to stroke her hair.

ibkaye:

PART 2
“Hiding ke?”

What ''ke' please?

lol sam so all u could see was 'ke'

nywais nice ibk
is it only me but . . . .

ke cannot really be explainedd

'Nuff preamble for this ur story, abeg skip 2 da 4-1-1 n I'd better be impressed, else. . .

IBK!!!!
so damn predictable
my dollar bill says its a personal expeirence. . . .
nice duo, kip it comin, sims ders ntn u aint gud at. . .
used 2 read ur blog evryday bt. . . .


im watchin u!!!

Nice story, starting from the present and letting us bit by bit into the past is also good

Aside from the grammatical issues, another thing you could look at the use of italics and asterisks to highlight idioms and colloquials.

Waiting for chapter 4

PART 4
Urrggh, ok here's part 4 of my story, enjoy.

Yinka’s hands continued to maneuver their way through her silk hair, at the same time, he planted soft kisses on the nape of her neck, she was quivering, eyes shut tight. From her neck he turned to her lips, Funke’s breathing became heavy, he began to nibble gently on her bottom lip, gentle suddenly turned to rough as he directed her back to towards the couch, his whole body on top, covering every inch of her, she was like an ant compared to him.

For about 10 minutes they lay there playing a passionate game of tongue wrestling, Yinka was obviously more experienced as his tongue seemed to be doing most of the work, his hands now cupping her soft and tender breasts, squeezing and caressing them, Funke gave a loud groan as he directed his fingers to her nipples, gently pulling and rotating, her eyes were still closed shut and she was still breathing heavily, obviously in a world of ecstasy, she gave a loud moan.

Yinka’s eyes were fully wide open, he grinned at the sounds she was making, he only wished that he could see her facial expressions, just that nepa don take light and he really could not be assed to go and switch the generator on, he loved to please his babe, really, he did. After playing with her breasts, his focus was now on her shirt, he started to pull at it roughly, not even bothering to undo the buttons, impatiently ripped it open, he was like an animal, though not too violent, he really needed to release himself, he had been Hot all day and Funke did not seem to be helping it at all, it seemed as though literally anything she did would turn him on, he really needed to make love to his babe and bad.

Funke could feel him tugging at her clothes, he had managed to remove her top, exposing her full breasts which were half hanging out of her bra, he now turned to her shorts, tearing impatiently at them like a savage and still ignoring the fact that buttons were put there for a reason, she began to squirm underneath him. She did not mind the smooching and caressing but she certainly did not want it to go too far, as in, the main thing. “Yinka…”, she let out a slight whisper, it was as if he could not hear her, “Yinka…”, again she whispered but only this time a bit louder, yet again, no reply from her man, he was too focused on eating her body whole, literally. “YINKA!” she bellowed, “Ehen ehen, what is it baby?” he replied, “Please Yinka, I don’t want to”, she gave a worried expression whilst saying this, “You don’t want to kini”?, It was either he was pretending not to understand, or he really did not understand, Funke knew he understood o. She spoke again, “You know na, I don’t want to have sex”, she turned her head as to avoid facing him, preparing for his reaction, she held her breath.

He thought that maybe he was dreaming, maybe he had not heard her properly, he was bursting, literally felt like he could explode and his babe was telling him this rubbish. He was still on top of her, staring deeply at her face just to see if she was joking, he hoped that she was joking o, “Omo, you better be joking” he thought to himself, “Abi, kilode!?”.

“Baby mi, kilode na? Am I hurting you”? he asked her, he looked confused, speechless and pissed off. “No no no, you’re not hurting me…”, “Then what is it!?” he did not even allow her to finish her sentence, “I just don’t want to…”, he was speechless, “Which kain yeye reason be dat?” he thought to himself, he gave a loud hiss and spoke firmly, “Look Funke, if you don’t give me a better excuse than that crap you just gave me I swear to God I’m not getting off of you”, he was fuming, she hated being threatened “Yinka! I’m not joking o, what do you mean you won’t get off I said I want to stop! Or do you want to rape me!?” she spat back, she continued to squirm underneath him, his full body weight was crushing her own and she was unable to move freely, he was aware of this but ignored her movements and comment, “Yinka, ejor na!” she continued on with her pleading.

PART 5
She could sense the mixed feelings of anger and disappointment coming from him, after the few minutes of lying on top of her, eventually he gave in and climbed off of her, grumbling to himself, his penis still rock hard and geared up for action, but obviously he would not be getting ‘any’ tonight, not that he hardly ever did, how was he coping sha?

Funke had only ever agreed for him to make love to her twice throughout their whole relationship and even those past sessions were a challenge, he could not understand her, she should be begging for more, all his past girlfriends and Bleep buddies would sell both arms just for even a taste of what he had to offer, Yinka was not a bragger but when it came to the arts of womanology and sex, he was a pro, A++ student for that matter, he knew how to make a woman feel good and would always leave them begging for more, where did this Funke of a girl come from? ‘Chai’ he would often utter to himself, ‘Mo gbe o! This girl wants to kill me…’.

It was not that Funke did not enjoy Yinka’s touch, infact, she loved it, it was just that she had always promised to herself that she would not lose her virginity until she was married, she had vowed to herself. But then Yinka came along and she lost total control, she fell hard. She did not want to make out that those two nights with him were mistakes, although in a way they were, she would always cherish what they did together, but she was trying to ‘renew’ her vow and she really needed her man to understand that.

Funke was still seated on the couch, she had neatened herself up and started to chew her bottom lip gently whilst staring at the floor, trying her best to avoid eye contact with Yinka, waiting for his outburst. He was standing in front of her, both hands on his head, his broad shoulders stretched, he knew she was trying to avoid looking at him, “You this girl ehn”, gently, he nudged her foot with his own, laughing slightly. She was surprised, is that all he was going to say? She breathed a sigh of relief, fiddling with her hair she continued on with her lip chewing. “Ok so baby mii, what are we going to do about Yinka jr over here?”,It took her about 10 seconds to realize what he was talking about, one confused look plastered on her face until she finally realized.

“Urm…urm, ” she stuttered, she could not help but take a glance at his crotch, was he carrying a snake in there or what? D’banj’s ‘Anaconda’ suddenly started playing in her head causing her to giggle. Her man had been heavily blessed with one big…, she stopped herself and giggled even more, “see yeye thoughts occupying my mind” she thought. “Can’t you just leave it like that?” she replied, he gave her one of his numerous dirty looks, “Kilon soro? (What did you say?)” he replied back, bending his head down to get closer to her, he had heard her perfectly o, he just wanted her to dare to repeat what she had just said, craze girl.

Again, she spoke, “I said can’t you just leave it like that?”, “And I say you must be out of your mind”, her eyes widened at his comment, “What do you mean?” she asked him. Lifting his head back up, he stretched his long arms into the air and cracked his knuckles, “Ah ahn Yinka na” she bellowed at him, “Stop doing that with your hands, you know it causes arthritis”, he did it again, this time on purpose, “Who told you that myth?”, he was amused at her ignorance and began laughing to himself, “Myth ke? A friend of mine told me”, she sounded so sure of herself, it made him laugh even more, “Bullshit” replied Yinka, “Bull kini?” funke asked.

Yinka ignored her question, walked over to the couch and sat next to her, his long strong arms on her shoulders, he began rubbing his nose on her cheek, “Ehen baby, so like I said, wetin you wan do so that my JT is satisfied?”, she fiddled with her shorts, trying to pretend as though she had not heard his question, he smirked, “How about a Mouth Gig?” he asked, swiftly, she turned her head so that she was facing him, shocked, “Eh ehn don’t give me that look jare, since you no wan gree for me to make love to you a Mouth Gig isn’t too bad, abeg, body no be wood, after you don lead me on sef”, “Hmmmm” she hummed, still facing him, “Hmmm kini?” he asked, “Madam tease, oya, sha se kia (hurry up)”, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up effortlessly as if she was just a stick, he positioned her on the ground and unbuckled his belt.

PART 6
Ok people, so this is like my first time of writing a 'sexified' story, though it is not much, abeg, don't laugh at my 'lack of knowledge' on the art giving blowjobs, they never taught it to us at school.

WARNING: 'SEXIFIED' CONTENT (Kind Of)

Funke was now kneeling on the floor, shoulders hunched and her soft round yansh resting on her calves as she watched him unbuckle his belt, she had given him a Mouth Gig a couple of times before, it was basically a substitute for the many times she had refused him sex, no big deal, at least it was not intercourse.

As soon as he was done with his belt, his trousers were next, pulling them down to his ankles, he parted his long bare legs and began to fiddle with his boxers, not taken them off but pulling the top part down giving his privates enough space to let loose. It sprung up immediately, like a yoyo it bounced around, so full of life, or come. Yinka caught a hold of it and noticed that his babe’s eyes were glued to it, literally, “Oti fe suck abi?(You want to suck isn’t it)” he laughed at her.

Her breathing became heavier, her lips slowly parting unknowingly, her eyes still fixated on the wonderful big cock. She was salivating, tongue withering within her mouth like a worm, she took a hard bite at her bottom lip, eyes still intense and hands shaking like a leaf in the wind. Yinka watched as she displayed this act, he could not help but chuckle. Funke was so focused on his privates that she did not hear him laugh, he was enjoying the ‘show’ sha, he liked the way she had bitten her lip, her silk black hair was in a mess and he could see the outline of her perky big boobs within her top, material clinging her breasts and buttons holding on for dear life. Her nipples were poking through the material, sprung out like bullets, a sign that she was Hot, her nipples always hardened like that when she was ‘in the mood’.

Stinkingly flithy thoughts now ran through his mind like athletes, his privates was even harder now, he stretched out his arms to pull her frail body closer, running his fingers through her hair. Abruptly, Funke snapped out of her whole ecstasy faze, shaking her head she turned her gaze away from his privates, she was embarrassed. “Hmm…I don’t really feel like it” she whispered whilst crawling backwards on her knees, trying to stretch out her top so as to create air for her breasts to breathe.

It was a big lie, who was she trying to deceive? Really and truly her body was aching her, the human body is a funny machine, physically, she could not wait to pounce on his privates, in her current Hot state that is, she just wanted to see how far she could stretch him, especially in his current state, a very naughty girl she was. She was still crawling back, though she had not gotten far before he had grabbed onto her arms and hauled her back, the grip he had on her was rather tight causing her to shake her arms about to relieve herself of the small pains. “Tell that to the birds” he replied, again stretching his arms out and aiming for her nipples, just one touch caused electric sparks to dart through her body, her undies now soaking wet, she rubbed her thighs together.

Funke lifted her hands and grabbed onto his privates, catching Yinka by surprise, he gave a big grin, mischievous. Rubbing his cock up and down with the palms of her hands she now bent her head to lick the head of his privates. Her hands were now folded around it, stroking gently causing the foreskin on his rod to slide, she licked it again, tongue wrapped around the head like a snake, or a lollipop, whichever.

Opening her mouth wider, with the help of Yinka’s hand, her head was bent even further so as to allow easier access into her mouth, salivating on his pole, she tightened the grip on it with her lips, though not even half way she sucked on it hastily like a pro. Releasing her left hand from its position, she played with his balls, gently, her head bobbing up and down on his privates like a doll’s, her sucking noises were loud. At present, Yinka’s head was bent back, his eyes shut tight trying to savor the sweet moment, he let out a few groans but only quietly.

He brought his head back up in order to look at his babe, watching the top of her head as it bounced up and down, gently he pushed her head down even lower, he knew she would not be able to take all of him but the more the better. Again, he started fiddling with her hair, his right hand stroking the back of her neck causing her to moan as she sucked him off. “Urghh, …I’m going to come baby” Yinka groaned at her, moments later, "Shit, ", Funke was not at all excited at the thought of his come floating in her mouth, plus she had heard from a few friends that it wasn’t exactly the tastiest thing, immediately, she withdrew from his cock, watching him spew himself all over the floor, “Thank God it isn’t carpet” she thought to herself, he was still groaning, finally he stopped, giving her a huge smile and a peck on the forehead, “Baby, you were great” he said, she smiled back at him. “Oya, now it’s your turn”, he was grinning, “My turn for what?” she was confused, “You know na”, he was till grinning, she really didn’t.

“Come baby”, he pulled her to the couch, “I wan chop your toto”, “My what!?” she screamed, this was not the first time he had offered to give her head, he had always said that most girls would beg for it so why was she complaining, well, she was not ‘most girls’ and again, she refused. “Haba baby mii, you will like it na", he started playing with her shorts, impatiently, undoing the buttons, Funke slapped his hands off, “Chop ko” she hissed, “If you are hungry, go and get food from the kitchen”, she was serious, her nose in the air as she crossed her arms like a toddler. Yinka burst out laughing, “Don’t worry jare”, he was still laughing, “One day, I go chop that your pussy well, naughty girl”.

biolabee:

Nice story, starting from the present and letting us bit by bit into the past is also good

Aside from the grammatical issues, another thing you could look at the use of italics and asterisks to highlight idioms and colloquials.

Waiting for chapter 4

Thanks, I will take that onboard next time

ibkaye:

PART 6
Ok people, so this is like my first time of writing a 'sexified' story, though it is not much, abeg, don't laugh at my 'lack of knowledge' on the art giving blowjobs, they never taught it to us at school.

WARNING: 'SEXIFIED' CONTENT (Kind Of)

Funke was now kneeling on the floor, shoulders hunched and her soft round yansh resting on her calves as she watched him unbuckle his belt, she had given him a Mouth Gig a couple of times before, it was basically a substitute for the many times she had refused him sex, no big deal, at least it was not intercourse.

As soon as he was done with his belt, his trousers were next, pulling them down to his ankles, he parted his long bare legs and began to fiddle with his boxers, not taken them off but pulling the top part down giving his privates enough space to let loose. It sprung up immediately, like a yoyo it bounced around, so full of life, or come. Yinka caught a hold of it and noticed that his babe’s eyes were glued to it, literally, “Oti fe suck abi?(You want to suck isn’t it)” he laughed at her.

Her breathing became heavier, her lips slowly parting unknowingly, her eyes still fixated on the wonderful big cock. She was salivating, tongue withering within her mouth like a worm, she took a hard bite at her bottom lip, eyes still intense and hands shaking like a leaf in the wind. Yinka watched as she displayed this act, he could not help but chuckle. Funke was so focused on his privates that she did not hear him laugh, he was enjoying the ‘show’ sha, he liked the way she had bitten her lip, her silk black hair was in a mess and he could see the outline of her perky big boobs within her top, material clinging her breasts and buttons holding on for dear life. Her nipples were poking through the material, sprung out like bullets, a sign that she was Hot, her nipples always hardened like that when she was ‘in the mood’.

Stinkingly flithy thoughts now ran through his mind like athletes, his privates was even harder now, he stretched out his arms to pull her frail body closer, running his fingers through her hair. Abruptly, Funke snapped out of her whole ecstasy faze, shaking her head she turned her gaze away from his privates, she was embarrassed. “Hmm…I don’t really feel like it” she whispered whilst crawling backwards on her knees, trying to stretch out her top so as to create air for her breasts to breathe.

It was a big lie, who was she trying to deceive? Really and truly her body was aching her, the human body is a funny machine, physically, she could not wait to pounce on his privates, in her current Hot state that is, she just wanted to see how far she could stretch him, especially in his current state, a very naughty girl she was. She was still crawling back, though she had not gotten far before he had grabbed onto her arms and hauled her back, the grip he had on her was rather tight causing her to shake her arms about to relieve herself of the small pains. “Tell that to the birds” he replied, again stretching his arms out and aiming for her nipples, just one touch caused electric sparks to dart through her body, her undies now soaking wet, she rubbed her thighs together.

Funke lifted her hands and grabbed onto his privates, catching Yinka by surprise, he gave a big grin, mischievous. Rubbing his cock up and down with the palms of her hands she now bent her head to lick the head of his privates. Her hands were now folded around it, stroking gently causing the foreskin on his rod to slide, she licked it again, tongue wrapped around the head like a snake, or a lollipop, whichever.

Opening her mouth wider, with the help of Yinka’s hand, her head was bent even further so as to allow easier access into her mouth, salivating on his pole, she tightened the grip on it with her lips, though not even half way she sucked on it hastily like a pro. Releasing her left hand from its position, she played with his balls, gently, her head bobbing up and down on his privates like a doll’s, her sucking noises were loud. At present, Yinka’s head was bent back, his eyes shut tight trying to savor the sweet moment, he let out a few groans but only quietly.

He brought his head back up in order to look at his babe, watching the top of her head as it bounced up and down, gently he pushed her head down even lower, he knew she would not be able to take all of him but the more the better. Again, he started fiddling with her hair, his right hand stroking the back of her neck causing her to moan as she sucked him off. “Urghh, …I’m going to come baby” Yinka groaned at her, moments later, "Shit, ", Funke was not at all excited at the thought of his come floating in her mouth, plus she had heard from a few friends that it wasn’t exactly the tastiest thing, immediately, she withdrew from his cock, watching him spew himself all over the floor, “Thank God it isn’t carpet” she thought to herself, he was still groaning, finally he stopped, giving her a huge smile and a peck on the forehead, “Baby, you were great” he said, she smiled back at him. “Oya, now it’s your turn”, he was grinning, “My turn for what?” she was confused, “You know na”, he was till grinning, she really didn’t.

“Come baby”, he pulled her to the couch, “I wan chop your toto”, “My what!?” she screamed, this was not the first time he had offered to give her head, he had always said that most girls would beg for it so why was she complaining, well, she was not ‘most girls’ and again, she refused. “Haba baby mii, you will like it na", he started playing with her shorts, impatiently, undoing the buttons, Funke slapped his hands off, “Chop ko” she hissed, “If you are hungry, go and get food from the kitchen”, she was serious, her nose in the air as she crossed her arms like a toddler. Yinka burst out laughing, “Don’t worry jare”, he was still laughing, “One day, I go chop that your pussy well, naughty girl”.

Jeeeezz!!!!

IBK is rotten
Filthy minded little gyal

MrCrackles:

IBK is rotten
Filthy minded little gyal

it's a lie! filthy ko, it's. . . .creativity

Na you biko ma sista.
Nice and lovely.

Missy B:

Na you biko ma sista.
Nice and lovely.

Thankyou Baby Mii

@ibk

Ahn ahn!! Kai !!!

Ibk, you are a spoilt child, see the kind thing wey dey come out from your head

you be corrupt pikin and I go make sure say your mama hear dis one

Missy B:

Na you biko ma sista.
Nice and lovely.

Missy, iwo ati Ibk, eyin mejeji ti yayakuya

Mama yin de ma gbo nkan ti E se

Spoilt ke, na 'creativity'

equlibrium:

IBK!!!!
so damn predictable
my dollar bill says its a personal expeirence. . . .
nice duo, kip it comin, sims ders ntn u aint good at. . .
used 2 read ur blog evryday bt. . . .


I'm watchin u!!!

Lmao, u aint serious

shey u don reach 9ja @ ibkaye

faakay:

shey u don reach Nigeria @ ibkaye

why?

Jealous Partner Part 7 Snippet

This is not the full version o, just a snippet! Forgive me for any mistakes, I rushed it!

Yinka drew his long arms out around her in a warm embrace and pulled her closer towards his chest, “Omo kekere” he whisphered into her ears, Funke stuck her tongue out at him, into the air, “You see” he laughed, “Only babies do that” he gave a loud hiss and pinched her nose. “I’m not a baby jare” Funke hissed back and punched his leg, Yinka, burst out laughing, “Was that supposed to hurt?” He carried on laughing “Chei, baby mii, you’re so weak”.

She punched him again, this attempt was harder, or so she thought, her attempt only caused him to laugh even more, swiftly, Funke lifted up her arms, her fists clenched ready to blow him again, she was not fast enough as by the time her fists had swung only half way towards his knee, he had caught both arms and held onto her, twisting her arms back, she screeched, “YE! Fimisile jor! (Leave me please!)”

He was still laughing, “Jor! (Please!)” she pleaded, finally he let go, “So weak, ah ah”, both hands on his head, he shook his head in disappointment and tutted, whispering to himself, “So I will be marrying a baby?”, “Marrying tani? (Marrying who?)” she replied, “Iwo of course (You of course)”, “E mi? Who told you that I am marrying you? (Me? Who told you that I am marrying you?)” she pulled one crazy face, she was only joking of course but she just wanted to see his reaction, “I told myself, abi do you have a choice”, he yanked her bottom lip and twisted it gently.

“Of course I have a choice” she sat up abruptly to face him, “No you don’t” he grinned, he may have sounded like he was joking but he was damn serious and she knew it, she could not help but worry sometimes, as normal as any girl she enjoyed the attention, but too much of anything is not good, Yinka loved her she knew for sure but she always thought that he loved her a little too much, or was that even possible?

@ ibkaye a.k.a virgin sista
nice story



_{tell me the truth
where on internet did u gt the link 2 the story}

sharrap dia, link ko

lmao!

Part 8

The rest of part 7 is in this but I can't be bothered to seperate it so I guess we'll just call this part 8, enjoy and ignore the numerous mistakes which I am too lazy to correct, hehehehe

‘Won’t you put on your gen?’ Funke asked, she did not really like being in the dark, plus she hated not being able to see properly, still resting on Yinka, his strong toned arms wrapped around her, she tapped his knee, ‘Yinka, on your gen na’.

He was reluctant, ‘Why baby?’ he replied, ‘Or are you scared?’, ‘Scared ko’ she answered, tugging at his trousers, she pushed her back towards him even more causing her yansh to collide with his crotch. Suddenly, she felt a slight jab at her back, something had sprung, a hard jab, ‘cheii’ she thought, she knew exactly what it was but pretended as though she was totally oblivious, Yinka gripped her waist and pulled her in further to him making sure that her yansh was totally pressed on his lap. ‘Baby, ’ he whispered, she knew what he wanted, she would definitely not give in this time, haba.

She could still feel the jab, ‘What’s that?’ she asked, the act was too obvious, Yinka knew his babe too well, ‘As if you don’t know’ he hissed, ‘Mi o mo (I don’t know)’ she faked, ‘Ehn? Really?’, Yinka gripped even tighter onto her waist, ‘ Ok o, let me show you’, she jumped up from his lap, promptly, ‘Show me wetin?’, walking in the opposite direction, she could not see a thing and kept on bumping into things, ‘Hah, Yinka, on your gen na’, her leg struck something hard causing her to fall on her knees, groaning and rubbing her legs to lessen the pain, she scrambled up swiftly to her feet, dusting herself off, all the while, Yinka was staring at her, shaking his head, ‘Funk, you are too clumsy’, laughing like a mad man, he was up on his feet now, being used to the dark and the settings of his house, Yinka was able to maneuver his way easily towards her, slowly, his long arms stretched in the air, ‘Stop trying to change the subject Funke’, ‘Subject of what?’ she asked, eyebrows now raised, a baffled look on her face, she stared at the floor, ‘Don’t start that again, abeg’ he was getting irritated with her constant pretending, he had his needs for goodness sake.

All of a sudden, her pocket began to vibrate, it was her phone, Yinka raised his eyebrows, ‘Who would be calling you at such a time?’, she ignored his question and picked up her phone, glanced at the callers ID and answered the call. ‘Hello? Ah Tosin, ba wo ni?’, a huge smile planted on her face, ‘Ah good, what can I do for you?’ she continued, ‘Ehen’, she looked up, Yinka was stood in front of her, staring hard and desperately trying to hear the caller’s voice so as to figure out it was the voice of a male or female, obviously not too happy with the sudden interruption, his face was sour and Funke was too busy chatting and giggling away to notice, turning away from him to face the wall , she fiddled with her hair and continued on with her chat on the phone, ‘Ok dear, no problem’, the conversation was finished, she locked off the phone and turned back towards him.

Without giving her time to even breathe, let alone put the phone away, he blasted her with questions, ‘Tani e?(Who was that?)’ he asked, his arms folded, ‘Oh, my friend’ she answered, ‘What does he want?’, she was amused, ‘How do you know it was a he?’, her voice went high pitched, ‘Ok, was it a boy or a girl?’, twitching her nose, she replied him, ‘Guy’, he shot back, ‘I know na’, he sounded annoyed, Funke did not like his tone at all, ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’, she squinted her eyes, tilting her head slightly, he ignored her question.

‘Does he know you have a boyfriend?’, he was really getting on her nerves now, jealousy was written all over his face, but why? She was used to his childish moods but it did not mean that she would take it, plus it was very hard to ignore, what had she done this time for goodness sake? She shrugged and walked on, she could not be bothered to have another argument tonight, especially one that was so pointless, plus she was tired, Yinka had really spoilt her mood, she needed some sleep. Still walking away from him, she headed towards the guest room, her phone rang again. Yinka was furious, watching her as she walked away he followed after her, straight into the bedroom.

all these small children and their pre-occupation with sex.

DavidDylan:

all these small children and their pre-occupation with sex.

Haba, pre-occupation ko, I was just bored

IBK is filthy minded!!