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Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Pascalblinks: 10:58pm On Mar 04, 2017 |
LIFE WITH SPOILT NEIGHBOURS PART 1 . I and my mom lived alone initially before my sisters joined us later on…. Before then, my mom and i lived in a compound occupying two buildings, a main house, and a back flat. The back flat occupied two families, mine and another neighbour which comprised of a man and his wife with three kids. While the main flat had in shelter a woman and five of her kids. – three girls, and two boys.! They were all grown up. The last child( a boy) was prolly 17 back then, and the eldest girl (eldest child) was in her early or mid 30s. In total, we were three families living in that compound. ……… Am gonno tell you about each of the children in the compound and how they all contributed in corrupting me.. THE FAMILY IN THE MAIN HOUSE. Praise- the oldest child, she was really religious, taught me the all i knew about God back then. Prompted me to go to church and basically, taught me how to pray. She was really kind, and generous. She was’ntt married then, though she was goodlooking and in her 30s. **************** Emillia- the second girl, was in her mid or late 20s.. She was really pretty, well packaged and kinda plumpy with perfectly toned skin, nice curves and stature. **************** Stephan- the third child, a man in his 20s , a worker, really cool nice guy! He was somewhat responsible, though he flirt with most girls. **************** Omolayo- a young stylish girl, also pretty, and quite fat. Had a cool feminine voice. She later traveled outta the countr though. **************** Felix- the last child of his mom, he was prolly in his late teens. 16-19 back then. He was fair and tall. Eno! Eno! Eno!.. My friend Noso called me from far as i was about entering the school gate. He ran towards me ” whats up now, i thought you won’t be in school today since its the first day of resumption” i replied as we both placed hands on our shoulders. ” my mom forced me to come o” Noso was my best friend and we did almost everything together, both good and bad! As we approached our new class since we were just promoted to primary four, we met our class teacher who we greeted smiling broadly. ” how are you doing boys?” he replied our greetings. We took a sit that we claimed as ours for the term. ” who’s that girl that just came in?” Noso asked. ” am sure she’s a new student, i hav’nt seen her before.’ ”she fine sha” Noso uttered ‘you better shut up before uncle hears you, its too early to start those rubbish” i replied. ”by the way, i saw Esther, she said she’s gonno come to school because of you o, she said she misses your face ” Noso said. ” she better not miss me ooh.. We almost got caught by Amaka (a sir pupil) the other day while… ” While i placed my hands on her thighs. What would have happened if that senior caught me doing that? ” ” but you hav’nt really told me how it happened o” -Noso replied. Me; I’ll tell you later, Nosa and Emma are coming” (my classmate). *we all greeted and joked before before we heard the bell* ##The school i attended had on primary school and its secondary school was in another area entirely (not in the same compound)## The bell rang for assembly and we all rushed out. Praise and worship was led by a teacher. Thereafter, the principal came and welcomed all of us. He gave his speech on ‘rules and regulations’ and urged us to be in our best behaviours. +after the speech, we all marched to our classes. We were only 11 in primary 4 . Six boys and five girls. * our form teacher came and introduced himself, and requested we also do the same. Eventually the new girl Noso and I saw was in our class, she was fair, neatly dressed and goodloking. She stood up and introduced her self as Tasha. Noso started calling her name silently to himself (like he was tryna memorize it.) our form teacher- Mr Ojo stressed that we’ll need a class rep, and opted that anyone who wanted to be the class captain should come out. No one did, apart from Emma. He then asked if we wanted Emma to be the class rep, we all replied ”NO!” Emma was a bully! A dreaded one! I can still remember him telling us he’ll deal with us after class for refusing to crown him captain! Mr Ojo then asked the class to nominate anyone, Noso and some others shouted ”Leke!!!’ Leke was my ”nick name” i was reluctant to come out cus i was never interested in the position, but Mr Ojo demanded my presence at the front of the class to contend for the position. I came out, and the girls in the class also nominated Esther. Esther was very brilliant, i wonder how i was able to still come out ahead of her during exams. She could pronounce words i did’ntt know without obstruction. Mr Ojo requested that I and Esther backed the class as they voted. After the short election, we faced the class, and i saw my friends giving me ‘thumbs up” as Mr Ojo announced me as the new class rep! I wasn’t happy, i was scared! In my mind ”weitin these people don put me so?” instead of me celebrating i was thinking about what Emma would do to me after class. Time went fast as I hurried home as soon as i heard the bell. I did’ntt even wait for Noso, i was on my way out of the gate when i heard someone called me – ‘lekins! Lekins! ” i thought for a second, ‘could that be Noso, but that is’nt his voice at all” the voice called me again, and i did’ntt bother to look back cus i remembered the voice. I tried moving faster . ”you better wait there or else if i chase you, you’re going to cry” it was the bully Emma calling after me, in fear i waited but summoned courage to confront him. He approached me and……… . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com.ng/2017/02/28/life-spoilt-neighbours-part-1/ 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Nobody: 11:16pm On Mar 04, 2017 |
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Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by EbukaHades10(m): 4:00am On Mar 05, 2017 |
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Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Pascalblinks: 9:34pm On Aug 29, 2017 |
UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1
.
I’m a big fan of women that are taboo.
They represent a conquest,
a challenge, an accomplishment that
you
can secretly smile to
yourself about.
There’s something exciting about pretty
girls who wear (long)
hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of
their beauty leaving your
mind to wonder what lies beneath the
surface. Sometimes beneath
the luster of the silky fabric, you can see
the outline of enormous
breasts. That drives me over the edge
and I
start to fantasize
about what it would be like to
experience
them in bed.
The first girlfriend I had during my
undergraduate days was one of
them. Nobody thought I would succeed
with her. Her name was
Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I
mean she didn’t shake
hands with boys, she never showed her
hair and she never missed
her fasting and prayers. We took some
classes together and
occasionally, we worked on some
assignments together. I was
friends with her for two years before I
actually let her know how I
felt about her. She was one person I
thought I would be last with
all the way to the end. She had grown
comfortable with me and we
had become inseparable on campus. We
never had any time alone
together because we both lived with our
parents at the time.
However I had an office as a student
since
I worked part time. One
Saturday, we found ourselves in the
office.
Alone. Together. For
the first time. It was like being 13 again.
I knew she had never been with a man
before or even had a
boyfriend. She had never been kissed or
touched or held before.
Completely innocent. We were sitting in
the
office working on a
programming assignment together.
When
we were done, we
starting talking about her innocence and
why she had chosen to
live the way she did. Before long I was
able
to convince her that
she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held
her
hand. It took some
patience on my part but eventually she
became comfortable
holding me. My hands moved to her
thighs
and with some
resistance, she starting asking what I
was
doing. I told her to relax
and I reassured her that I would be
gentle.
I caressed her thighs
gently, running my hands over the tights
she had beneath her outer
garment. She felt so good and
considering
that it was my first time
with her, I reveled in the moment. I
could
tell that she enjoyed it
even though she kept telling me to stop.
As I loosened up her
garment, I caught my first glimpse of
what
her breasts looked like.
They were big but not huge. A small D I
think. My hands wandered
from her thighs to cup them but she
was
having none of it. She
covered them across with her left hand
still
asking what I was
doing. And once again I had to reassure
her that if she didn’t like it
after I started, I would stop instantly.
She
resisted but eventually I
had my palm on her top, gently
caressing
one of her breasts. It
was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching
you
all this?”, she asked as
I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she
had exposed. I could
sense that her words were slurred
because
of what she was
experiencing. My hands wandered
through
the open part of her
low cut top to feel her actual Bosom.
Skin-
to-skin. I enjoyed
playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as
I
searched frantically
for what seemed like forever inside her
bra.
I raised her top
eventually, enough to access her bra.
And
without taking it off
completely, I had both breasts out. They
were much lighter in
complexion than her face and the sight
of
them was entrancing.
Soon I was gently suckling them and I
could feel her hands on my
hair, caressing my head as I sucked,
licked
and kissed her
Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of
her
breasts as I could
into my mouth but they were too big.
“Where did you learn this?”,
she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.”
This
time, she had no
resistance left. I took my time to explore
her breasts with my
fingers and my tongue. They kept me
busy
for ages and as my
erection grew harder and harder, I could
feel pre-Pour leaking onto
my boxers. I didn’t want anything more.
I
wanted her to be
comfortable first before we went any
further. Soon she was
directing me. Lick the other one. Come
back to this one. In my
mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have
been
as satisfying. I had
broken down the first barrier. And they
said
I wouldn’t succeed. I
wish they could see me now. . click on the link below to continue reading http://www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/18/underneath-hijab-part-1/ |
Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Pascalblinks: 1:21am On Sep 01, 2017 |
HOME ADVANTAGE (S*X Story) PART 1
. In the year 2006……………………… We were at work arranging scrap metals, when we noticed a car drove in. Chidi: twelve years work for here no fit buy that ride Me: Trust me bro, I ain’t spending twelve months here. I hope you do the same Chidi: Abegi! no be everybody dem do school for. Na by force I take finish JS 3 sef Me: Na you talk so Chidi: Me wan gather money go open my shop. Me: Na now you dey talk. Ibo boy. A woman stepped out of the car, walking towards the admin office Chidi: Na oga wife be that o. Me: which of the ogas? Chidi: Chief Rotimi, na him get this factory. Me: The same Chief Rotimi the polit… ‘’Tattoo and Chidi, e be like say this work don tire una abi?’’ Our supervisor snorted from behind.‘’If I catch una dey talk instead of working, I go show una’’ We continued arranging the scrap metals. I clocked out at five as usual. I was walking home when I saw an elderly woman, which I guessed would be in her sixties looking lost. The woman was in iro and buba, so I guessed she should be from the west. I approached her. ”Good evening ma.” I greeted her in Yoruba with a little bow. Woman: Good evening, my son. Do you live around here? Me: yes, ma. Woman: I’m going to my daughter’s house, but this area is confusing. The street was supposed to be behind this bank, but I don’t seem to understand it anymore. Me: The bank here is new. There’s another one over there. Woman: Please take me there. God bless you, my son. Me: Amen ma. She easily recognized the street just the behind the other bank. She knocked when we got to the front gate. The gate-man opened. Just before she entered a car horned behind. A woman alighted and i could swear I have seen that face before. The younger woman: Mummy welcome. I have been worried. The older woman: My phone battery went flat, I’m sorry. The younger woman: It’s okay ma. Bless God you’re here. But, you didn’t tell me you would be coming with somebody? The older woman: I almost got lost, but thanks to this my son. The younger woman: oh! What’s your name, young man? Me: Galacious, ma The younger woman: Thank you so much Me: You’re welcome, ma The younger woman: Alright let’s all go inside. Galacious please come in. Me: hmm, I’m sorry ma I have to head back home The younger woman: oh! Not even a drink? Me: It’s getting late ma, thanks. The younger woman:: ok. I understand. She reached into her purse and brought out some notes. The younger woman: please buy recharge card with this She stretched her right hand towards me. Me: don’t bother ma The younger woman:: oh! I insist Me: I’m sorry ma The younger woman: Really? She withdrew her hand. The older woman: He is well brought up. You shall not die young. Me: Amen ma. Good night. ‘’ Good night, my son,’’ ‘’Alright. Take care dear’’ They said in unison. The next day was a Sunday—–our match day. The evening football match came up every Sunday evening. The street had a mini stadium where kids played every day, but Sunday evening was reserved for the older ones. The game started as usual. Everything seemed normal till a shot was deflected and the ball bounced into the street to hit one of the young ladies walking along. One was Chinenye who lived on the street, but the other lady, whom the ball hit, doesn’t look familiar. Other lady: Jeez! Chinenye: sorry dear Other lady: look at my gown! I ran towards the ball, picked it up and tossed it to the field before turning to the ladies. Me: sorry about that ma’am Chinenye: Thanks jawe, Galacious. Other lady: thanks? Seriously, Chinenye? So you’re sorry comment is going to remove this stain, right? She snorted, starring at me. Chinenye: C’mon Princess let’s get back Inside. Chinenye placed her arm around her shoulder and they headed home. I couldn’t utter a word after the apology. Not that I didn’t know what to say, but I was dumbfounded by her beauty. Ne-yo’s ‘When You’re Mad’ was playing in my head. I could swear I had never seen such beauty in my life. I stood there like a statute and watched them walk back to Chinenye ‘s house. I was brought back to reality when I heard a voice coming from the pitch ‘’Galacious, our set!’’. Throughout the game there was only one name ringing in my head——-Princess. Heading back home after the game I met Tunji who was coming out of my building. ‘’Galacious, how far?’’ ‘’ i dey . This one way I see you for our house. Abeg o, my sister still young o.’’ I accused him. ‘’Kai! I no be Pedophile na.’’ He protested and continued, ‘’na the new girl I come shadow.’’ ‘’Which new girl be that?’’ i asked. ‘’Oh! You don’t know? Good. Her name na Udenme and an me dey do her parole.’’ He explained. ‘’Udenme? For this house?’’ ‘’Yes na. Na Grace’s cousin. But guy, like i said earlier na me dey do her parole. No go use home advantage for me.’’ ‘’TJ, you? Where you keep Kemi, Angela, Chinelo. Rita…..’’ ‘’Guy bone dat thing. I don’t tell you be that. I dey go my house.’’ ‘’Alright bro, later.’’ . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/12/16/home-advantage-sx-story-part-1/ |
Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Pascalblinks: 9:52pm On Sep 07, 2017 |
ME, MY SISTER AND HER FRIENDS (18+)
PART 1
.
F–k! I can’t believe what I’m seeing in my
parents’ living room. Three giggling teenage
girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the
couch cheering on a fourth girl who is
attempting to deep throat a d—o. What the
f–k! The cheers and laughter is probably
why they didn’t hear me come in through the
kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of
the hallway while my c–k responds to the
luscious, pale a-s cheeks of the fourth girl.
Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over
her heart-shaped a-s, revealing her matching
thong as she starts to gag on the rubber d–k
suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee
table. “I can do this!” the girl exclaims,
taking a deep breath and sliding her lips
back down the realistic looking c–k. Holy s–
t!
That’s Lauren’s voice! My d–k is hard and
I’m having perverted thoughts about my 18-
year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her
scrumptious a-s cheeks and try to forget
what her lips look like sliding down that fake
c–k.
“I thought you said you had done this
before,” laughs one of the girls, pulling my
attention back to the couch. The other three
girls are wearing similar outfits, sheer baby
doll nighties with matching thong p@nties.
The only variation seems to be the color.
“I have done it before,” my sister protests,
“but with a real d–k! This thing isn’t
working for me. I need a real d–k.” Lauren
sits back on her heels and laughs along with
her friends.
“There appears to be one in the hallway!”
The cute black girl sitting closest to me says
as she smiles in my direction. F–k! Busted! I
might as well take the offensive and try to
put Lauren on the defense.
“Brandon!” Lauren screams, jumping to her
feet as I step into the room.
Her t–s bounce temptingly inside the cups of
the purple nightie. “What the f–k are you
doing here?”
“Never mind about me? What the f–k is all
of this?” I sweep my arm towards the coffee
table where, besides the suction cupped d—o
there are several vibrators and other
assorted s-x toys. “What’s going on here?”
I’m six years older than Lauren and I’ve been
living with my girlfriend for the past couple of
years. I crash at my parents’ house
whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to
be happening quite often lately.
“We’re having a sleepover,” Lauren says as if
that explains all of this. While she’s getting
outraged with me, I’m checking out her
girlfriends. It’s like looking at a live action
Victoria Secret’s ad. There’s the African-
American girl who spotted me in the hallway.
My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely
covering her impressive chest. Next to her is
Kristina, Lauren’s petite blonde friend from
down the street, looking pretty in her pink
lingerie. Finally, on the other end of the
couch is a tall brunette all decked out in the
sexiest shade of red.
“A sleepover?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as
I appraise their outfits. The tops are sheer
except for the bra-like cups around their b—–
s. In actuality, except for the thong, they
don’t show much more than a skimpy bikini
but somehow it is much more enticing when
it’s lingerie.
“We had a lingerie party,” the black girl
explains, smiling without a hint of
embarrassment. “Do you like our outfits?”
She stands and twirls around giving me a
great view of her full, round a-s cheeks.
“Alex!” Lauren admonishes her. “That’s my
brother!”
“Well, you should at least introduce us,” Alex
answers, stepping forward with her hand
extended. “I’m Alexis but you can call me
Alex.” She smiles as I shake her hand.
“Brandon,” my sister takes over the
introductions. “You know Kristina,” she says,
pointing to her friend in the pink nightie. I
nod in her direction.
“Hello, Brandon,” Kristina smiles demurely.
“And this is Kylie.” The tall brunette stands
up and extends her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Brandon,” she says,
making eye contact. D–n! We’re almost the
same height and I’m a little over six feet.
“My pleasure,” I answer, shaking her hand,
which is surprisingly small and feminine
given her stature.
While being introduced to her friends, I steal
surreptitious glances at my sister. She has
really filled out over the past couple of years.
Something I hadn’t noticed during my
previous visits. Of course, she wasn’t
wearing Sekxy lingerie any of those times.
F–k! My c–k is hardening again. This is so
wrong.
“What are you doing here?” Lauren asks,
drawing my attention back.
“I needed a place to stay,” I shrug without
further explanation. I’m about to ask her
whether mom knows what she’s up to but
my sister and I have an unspoken agreement
about not embarrassing each other in front
of our friends.
“Well,” I smile at the Sekxy foursome. “Sorry
to have interrupted. I’ll just head up to my
room and leave you girls to your fun. Where
are mom and dad?” I ask. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/07/02/sister-friends-18-part-1/ |
Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Pascalblinks: 8:58am On Sep 08, 2017 |
BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1
(Completed)
. It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/ |
Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by mickydonald: 11:06pm On Sep 10, 2017 |
when you haven't comb your hair for years �
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Re: Life With Spoilt Neighbours by Pascalblinks: 7:06pm On Sep 13, 2017 |
MY AUNTY ANNA ROSE PART 1
.
I am nineteen. And yet to fu-Ck a girl. Yea,
you can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all you want.
Well, that wouldn’t change a thing. Or would
it? Let’s get back to the real story now again,
shall we? Fine. So…I started seeing porn at
the age of thirteen. I was in High school then
and always asked my friends for their dirty
magazines. I loved women (…and still do of
course. Wonder how I shouldn’t when I ain’t
g@y) and was always attracted to more
matured ones (MILFs mostly). Even though I
craved to fu-Ck one day, I always never had
the courage to approach any girl who was
within my age bracket to ask her out. This
meant I would continue with endless
fantasies (…like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a
boob job. How silly though!), porn and
masturbation. By nineteen, I had developed
what was becoming one of the largest d!cks
for someone my age. My friends had always
talked about how large it was and even never
minded telling their girl friends. I was never
bothered too as I only found it pleasing and
largely a source of man pride. They claimed
the pecker had only gotten that big because I
started fu-Cking girls from a very tender age.
I knew better but I never told them how
wrong they were (they were duns after all).
Whenever we talked about sex, my
experiences with porn always looked to
substitute for me and over time, most of
them began asking me for a couple tips on
how they could please their girls. It was quite
hilarious! (…and you can see why I called
them d*ns. Haha)
The closest I had gotten to having sex was
with a visiting sister to a neighbor. As a
result of my area of training I somehow
became of help to the neighbor in question.
He always gave me little tasks to carry out
on his behalf of which he pays me for. I had
just gotten into my third year in the university
and I had a fair idea of what he always gave
me to do. It was on one of such assignments
that I got to meet Mary (now, not the mother
of that guy who died on the cross. This one
is quite not as innocent). She was far older
than myself. At least she was fifteen or
seventeen years ahead, and married. I had
gone to my neighbor’s place to carry out one
of the usual tasks who leaves me with only
to meet her at home. After introducing
myself, she allowed me in and soon we
became friends and got talking. Our
conversation was so vast that we soon
began talking about the consequences of
having lots of weight as human. It propped
up an argument as to which, men preferred
most. The fat or the slim. I said it was the
later of which she did not totally agree to and
I knew why. She was a bit plump but was
nonetheless married although without kids.
She tried presenting all her argue-facts and in
the attempt asked me if I knew what it was
like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed.
I answered like I had tried both of the two
sides before but that could not convince her.
Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt
almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her
fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held onto
one of the thighs and asked me if I knew
what that succulent thigh meant to most
men. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing
onto the flesh there and bringing herself
closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling
but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume
she was equally not aroused in any way what
so ever. However, after she got as close as
she could manage, she urged me to feel the
flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by
one hand while the other grabbed the
underneath of the thigh in question. We both
were still joking and arguing about it at the
same time. I still had intentions of continuing
with the task for which I visited and all I
planned to do was settle the argument and
return to the work. When she repeated the
request, I laughed and told her she had too
much flesh and how I didn’t fancy it. To this,
she further asked me to feel her thighs and
that I never knew anything about plump
women. I responded by placing a hand on it,
telling her it made no difference on what I
felt and removed my hand. She rejected my
attempt and insisted I would do so again.
She even said I would have to try to grab the
thigh with both hands. I laughed and said it
was not necessary. She made a face and
said she never liked what I was doing. In
response, I succumbed and made to grab her
laps as suggested. However, mistakenly, as I
did so, I unintentionally dipped my right
fingers through the cut of her p@nties
thereby finding her crotch (and how I liked
the miracle!). She was partly damp there
which I felt was from sweat. But equally full
of curly hair. My other hand had held onto
the other side of her laps and was already
making a move to lift the enormous thing.
But with the right one right inside her
p@nties, everything paused. She did not utter
a word and even when I said I was sorry and
tried taking my hand away, she shut up her
thighs and caught my hands in between both
legs. I remained stuck. She pulled me
towards her and that brought my hands
straight to her wet p**sy opening. I only
made little additional effort and two finger
found their way into her yearning p**sy!
Unfortunately for her, we were only about to
get anything going when we suddenly heard a
knock on the door. This was followed by her
sister’s return. We had been alone all along.
My subsequent attempt to get this completed
was completely futile as I was told she left
the next day. Poor Danny! Really poor,
Danny!!
Now I only use that for my fantasies. I
always imagine myself completing the
process. Locating her p**sy with the same
fingers, fingering them and getting to pull off
her p@nties. This would be followed by either
my sU-Cking of her p**sy; which I see as my
most coveted desires; or giving her an
instant fu-Ck. Nonetheless, all this will keep
being fantasies and nothing more. Well, that
was about my closest attempt and as you
can see, if failed woefully. Now can we talk
about more important issues of life? Good.
I am the only son. And in a family of two
issues, it simply means I have just one sister.
Your daft head can’t just be telling you
otherwise! Cannot remember the last time
anyone had a transsexual for a sibling. At
least not in Nigeria. That aside anyway.
So…as I said, the other of my sibling is a girl.
A very pretty girl to say the least.
Unfortunately for everyone, this pretty girl
hardly stays home. She just graduated from
the university and got enlisted with a Runway
outfit (for those of you who have looked up
these last two words endlessly without
having a clue of what it means; simply think
of a super slim girl, on a super slim outfit, cat
walking down a ‘super slim’ alley. That
should do). She has always wanted to be a
model and how I was sure she fits in. She
has a body to die for. As for me, I will be
getting out of school as a fresh graduate by
the end of the current calendar year. I am
studying Physics in school. The same course
dad studied. Well…I am still some way from
being what he has become in this field. In
fact, he is currently a visiting professor at
Nottingham Trent University in the united
Kingdom and has been made a member of
many professional bodies. This was good for
the family but I seriously miss his parenting
although am aint complaining. I had not
chosen the course because of him or his
success like it is the case with most Nigerian
teenagers (Dad sells used bottles, so I wana
be a bottle dealer. Pheew!!). I love physics
and had long developed a big interest in it.
Now I will soon be getting out of school with
a degree in it. And trust me, I have never
sorted. At least not yet.
Now over to Mum. She is just great. I haven’t
said yours aint equally great. But I’m like;
mine is just great!! She is currently the
caretaker dad if you get what mean. She
works with a Finance Solutions company.
Studied Banking in a school in the U.S back
in the days and has maintained almost a
single job line for over two decades now. Her
coming from a wealthy family meant that she
would virtually achieve all she ever aspired
for except for having another male kid. That,
she could not get. Too bad. But I know I do
serve up in the absence of two. Like I said, I
aint asking for the assist of a transsexual
yet. She has been a wonderful mother and
hardly complains about my dad’s reoccurring
absence. Most times, when it appeared like
she was going to feel his absence, she would
look for her female friends to spend time
with. I pitied her at such times. I was not
getting enough p**sy; yea, true. But everyone
knows for sure that the case of someone who
has gotten so used to fu-Cking every day
really looks largely different. Now do not ask
me how I knew they always had it every day
when he was in. Wonder how many times
you would rather have it if you were dad or
mum. Spend the next half-hour finding an
answer.
Mum has a sister. Annarose by name. And
just like yourself, I have spent most part of
my miserable life thinking of what meaning
the name possibly had. yet, just like yourself
too, I haven’t figured out. I have never come
to understand what reasons grandpa and
grandma had for giving her such a name.
Those were meant to be two different name.
Type the names on MS word and you would
know how different. Unfortunately for me,
she still bears the name and she is by far,
my most favourite aunt from both dad and
mum’s sides. She is just sassy! A closest
definition of a bag of fun even though she is
currently in her early thirties. She has never
lost that impertinence we have known her for
and each time she visited, I never got tired of
her. She only just recently got married to
Uncle Dee Dee; another character of a guy
and they stay in Abuja. This has meant that I
only get to meet her fewer times a year.
However, Dee Dee currently completed a
business trip to France which meant
Annarose came close to suffering mum’s
kinda predicament. What gladdened my heart
though, was that, she made up her mind to
stay with us until her husband made it back.
Each time I remember this, I get so electrified!
It is a pity I have been telling you this story
without saying what day it is. Well, I am
kinda sorry about that. Today is a Monday
here. Do not know what date it is as you read
this story but, just try to think today is a
Monday. And yea, I also have not said who I
am. Well, I said a little about myself back
there but, let me kinda say more. I am Daniel
by name. I don’t think my surname is that
important. I don’t think. So I am Daniel. You
should call me Danny though. Just a way of
being benevolent and saving you the trauma
of stressfully calling out the real thing
continuously. Guess you usually end up very
aggravated whenever you opt for the later.
(Smiles). Well, I have just made up so feel
better. That said. So…I am an undergraduate
of Physics from the University of Nigeria. I
am Ibo although my mum is an Efik. I am tall.
Just a little shy of six feet. Handsome. Good-
looking. Although I don’t know how these
two are different. Rather athletic. Cannot
remember the last time I jogged around my
dad’s parking lot though, so I assume the
fitness is more like hereditary than developed.
I am light skinned but not fully fair. So kinda
in a fix on that one. I don’t have a girl. Now,
don’t ask me why. Just flow with the story.
After all, that is why you are reading it. You
can make the first move, if you are a girl
though. That aside. Thank you. I assume that
says it all for me. Or, am I forgetting
something? Oh! Okay, Just remembered; my
favourite colour is torques blue. How absurd
anyway. But that’s that. I also prefer girls
that are older than myself. Most especially
when they are in their late twenties or thirties.
Well, if you just stopped loving me because
of this last one, you can move one. Have
never complained about being disliked. No
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