MRS. CHIKA, MY FAVOURITE TEACHER (The Fvck Tales Of My Life….(18+) Part 1
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I smiled as the bell rang. The final bell on
Friday always
sounded so much better than any of the
other bells during
the week. I happily gathered up my stuff
and arranged my
school bag as I started looking forward to
the upcoming
weekend.
I was nearing the end of my senior year in
secondary school
and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I
knew that I would
have a weekend of freedom as my parents
would be leaving
town. Actually, they had been making it a
near habit for nearly
the past year to go to the family’s vacation
whenever the
weather was nice. They had stopped
asking me if I wanted to go
and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as
much as I enjoyed
having the house alone. I organized my
desk and grabbed the stuff that i would
need to
take home with me. As i did most days
when i didn’t have
lessons after school i headed toward Mrs
Chika’s room. Mrs
Chika had been my English teacher back
when I was in junior
class and had offered to tutor me after
school when she noticed
I was having a tough time in class. I went
to her office nearly
every day after school for almost a whole
session and she would
help me get through my work. Eventually I
straightened out my
problems with English, but I still made it a
habit to stop by Mrs
Chika’s room whenever I could through the
rest of my years at
the school.
I headed up the stairs to her office and
started to plan out my
weekend. A typical weekend would consist
of going on a date or
just going out flexing with some friends. I
knew that having the
house to me was a treat and I never
abused that by having a big
party. This weekend was a little different in
that all my friends
were otherwise occupied and I couldn’t get
any dates lined up,
so it looked like I would have a lot of time
to myself. I thought
that perhaps a Indecency or two would release
some of the sexual
energy that I seemed to constantly have
bottled up inside me.
Sometimes I would wonder why I continued
seeing Mrs. Chika
regularly even through my senior year. We
no longer even
talked about my schoolwork and
sometimes would just chat or
she would have me help mark some
papers. The truth was that I
always felt grateful to her for helping me
out back then and I
wanted to somehow make it up to her. We
had become pretty
good friends through the years and she
seemed to really enjoy
my visits, so I didn’t feel weird about
continuing to stop by. The
fact that I had carried a crush on Mrs.
Chika all these years
didn’t hurt either.
I never asked but I guessed she was
probably between 35 and
40 years old. She carried herself with an
elegance that had
always appealed to me. Her hair was short
but always very
elegant and always perfectly done. Mrs.
Chika always dressed
very properly which meant that she always
wore skirts & high
heels. I found that her style of dress was
particularly appealing.
Perhaps it was the fact that she never
showed too much leg or
too much of her boobs that made me
desire what was
underneath all the more. When I first
starting seeing her for
lessons I found it difficult to concentrate on
the lessons instead
of staring at her b—–s.
They were large but definitely not too large
for her frame. “Just
more than a handful” was the term that my
friends and I had
once jokingly used when we were
discussing some of the more
lustful things we wouldn’t have minded
doing with their teacher.
Through time I thought I had gotten pretty
good at sneaking
looks at her shapely a-s or the perfect
outline of her b—–s
encased in those teasing tops.
I entered Mrs. Chika’s room and found her
busy at her desk
arranging some new items for her class. I
said hello and asked if
I could help. Mrs. Chika replied that I could
go get her a drink
from the staff canteen and then, if I had
time, I could help her
put up the new notice on the board. “Sure
thing,” I replied since
I knew I didn’t have any other plans for the
afternoon.

When I returned with the drink, I found her
standing on her tip
toes trying to figure out where she wanted
to arrange the new
items. Since I was a little taller than she
was, she asked me if I
wouldn’t mind doing that for her. She
described how she
wanted it to look and then left me to my
work. Mrs. Chika
returned to her desk to finish marking some
papers.
After a short while she looked up and saw
that I had nearly
finished. She picked up her drink and
walked up behind me to
compliment me on a job well done. She
was standing right
behind me when she said, “Looks good.”
For some reason I had lost focus and was
going about my work
while daydreaming about what sort of
Indecency I should watch
later. Mrs. Chika’s words surprised me and
caused me to jump
and spin around suddenly. As I spun my
elbow knocked into her
drink and spilt the content all over the front
of her top. I started
apologizing profusely and grabbed a
nearby roll of paper towels.
I tore off several sheets and started to
quickly try to clean up
some of the stain from her top before any
more of it soaked
into the material.
I repeatedly apologized and although Mrs.
Chika kept telling me
it was fine and that she was just as much
to blame for sneaking
up on me it didn’t help me. I was very
embarrassed at spilling
the coffee and could only think about trying
to clean off her
shirt. Mrs. Chika kept telling me to stop
and it wasn’t a big deal,
but I wasn’t listening because I was too
busy trying to apologize.
She finally leaned over to set down her cup
just as I was leaning
over to grab more paper towels with one
hand while still trying
to wipe her off with the other hand. I
wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but
somehow through
both of our movements my hand was now
rubbing Mrs. Chika
directly on her right b—-t. I had been
rubbing in small circles
and had actually been rubbing her b—-t for
a few seconds
before I realized it. When I did notice I
completely froze not
knowing what to do. We both stood
completely still for a couple
of seconds with my hand still covering her
b—-t.
I finally came to my senses and quickly
removed my hand with a
hurried apology, but not before I felt the
biggest charge of
sexual energy I had ever felt.
My d–k shuddered in my trousers as I
quickly realized I had
really groped Mrs. Chika’s b—-t.
I looked up to see what Mrs. Chika was
doing. As we made eye
contact for the first time since the touch I
noticed that she
wasn’t angry at all. Instead, the look on her
face was mostly
blank but there was a slight twinkle in her
eye that helped stiffen
my growing erection. “I should probably be
going,” I started to
say. I was quickly cut off by Mrs. Chika
saying, “I don’t think I
can let you leave yet. You still have some
cleaning up to do.”
That last sentence hung in the air as I tried
to figure out exactly
what she meant. Mrs. Chika finally broke
our eye contact and
made a quick glance down to the front of
her shirt. Still not
quite sure what she wanted, I grabbed
some tissue paper and
again started rubbing the front of her shirt.

I started up by her
shoulder and then moved down to her
stomach skipping over
her b—–s. The sexual energy building in
me was ready to boil
over and I now had a full erection.
I didn’t have much experience at reading
these types of
situations, but I was pretty sure Mrs. Chika
was also enjoying the
“cleaning”. I again started rubbing her
shoulder but this time
allowed my fingers to drop a little lower.
“What the hell am I
doing?” I thought to myself. As I tried to
answer the question, I
allowed my fingers to drop yet still lower.
Mrs. Chika made no moves to stop me and
I decided it was time
to see how far she would let me go. I
moved my hand down
until I was now rubbing the top of her b—-t.
I held my breath and was already working
on what I would say
when she asked what the hell I was doing.
She never asked. I
rubbed the top side of her b—-t for a while
and then allowed
my hands to slide completely over her b—-
t. I also brought my
other hand up from my side and cupped
her other b—-t with
it. Mrs. Chika had closed her eyes and
tipped her head back
slightly, so I assumed that she had no
intentions of stopping me.
As I rubbed and caressed her b—–s, I
couldn’t believe how
amazingly sexy they felt under her top. I
could feel her n—–s
begin to stiffen and occasionally my fingers
make small circles
around them. Soon her n—–s were
standing very erect and
were quite prominently sticking out from
her b—–s.
Mrs. Chika’s breathing had become a little
irregular and her lips
were now slightly parted. Her b—–s were
very soft under my
fingers and as I slid my fingers gently over
her b—–s I quickly
wondered what they would feel like naked.
Before I could think about that any longer,
Mrs. Chika opened
her eyes and looked me directly in the face.
She slowly moved
toward me and pushed me back against
the wall as her lips
made their first contact with mine. The kiss
started softly with
our lips dancing lightly against each other,
but soon she pressed
into me harder and the embrace became
less passionate and
more lustful.
She parted her lips slightly and started
exploring my lips with
her tongue. She then shoved her tongue
into my mouth and
started to roughly wrestle her tongue
against mine.
I was also aware of her hands slowly
sliding up and down the
sides of my hips and the charge I felt from
her touch was almost
enough to make me c-m. Mrs. Chika broke
the kiss and sat down at the nearest desk
facing
me. She looped a finger under my belt and
pulled me toward
her until I was standing directly in front of
her. Her hands
returned to my hips and she again started
rubbing my hips and
then my thighs in slow up and down
motions. Just as I thought I
couldn’t take anymore teasing, one of her
hands slowly found its
way to the throbbing bulge in my trouser.
She slowly and softly explored my erection
through my jeans
before finally reaching up to undo my belt.
She next unfastened the button on my
trouser and very slowly
unzipped the zipper. She pushed the
trouser down around my
ankles and I now stood in front of her with
only my boxer shorts
keeping my d–k from pointing straight at
her.
She repeated her slow massage of my now
exposed thighs and
was allowing her fingers to slide higher and
higher under my
boxers until she was nearly making contact
with my balls.
I couldn’t believe how hard I had become
and didn’t know how
long I could last. I noticed a wet spot on
my boxers were I had
already released some pre-c-m in
preparation for whatever was
about to happen. Mrs. Chika also noticed
the wet spot and began
to rub her thumb over the wet spot until it
grew much larger.
Finally I had to say, “I don’t think I can take
much more.”.
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E dey interesting

wow, would you read this to enjoy your Sunday?

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HOW BEANS SAVED US FROM ARMED ROBBERS.....
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Mama i no wan eat beans o, i shouted
loud and clear for every tom, diick and
harry to hear.
If you are not eating beans then you are
going to bed hungry, papa replied in a
voice that would make Rick Ross
jealous.
I managed to eat the beans because i
find it difficult to control my bowels after
eating it but i have no choice.
We all ate beans that night, papa, mama,
i and my siblings and some extended
cousins that came to spend the holidays
with us. Hours later, we were watching
Jennifer’s diary on Africa magic when
the generator went off.
Wasiu!! Papa shouted. Go and check the
gen, e be like say fuel don finish and
make sure you pour the remaining fuel
into it and on it back, he ordered.
I quickly went outside to do his biddings
cos i was enjoying the movie too when
something that sounded like the banger
we throw on every new year’s eve landed
on my face.
Gboaa!!!

Haa jesu!! I staggered for balance, i saw
heaven opened with God and Jesus
smiling at me telling me to keep up the
good work. I was brought out of my
reveries with another slap that will make
the combination of both Sango/
Amadioha’s thunder look like the
clapping of a little baby.

Oya lead the way, the one that looked
like their leader commanded. I led them
into our store cos at this stage i was
already seeing triple blame it on the slap.
I finally found my way into our sitting
room with a gun pointed to my head.
All of una lie down!! Their leader
commanded. Wey your father? He asked
me. I pointed at my younger bro
wondering when he started going bald. I
no be papa o, na papa be this, he
shouted with all his might and pointed at
papa.
Papa gave out the first fart which
sounded like a volcano.
Who is that? The leader asked.
Everywhere was silent.
I said who is that? He had barely
completed his sentence when mama
replied with another epic fart. Meanwhile,
the stinking odour of papa’s fart that
smelled like a dead rat is still thick in the
air. Now with mama own which smelled
like a rotten egg joining it, you can
imagine our dilemma.
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HOW I FVCKED MY PRIMARY 4 TEACHER….(18+)…..Part 1
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A Pidgin English , Crazy And Funny Story
I stil de rememba how soft and beautifl she
dey wen my
headmasta introduce am dose days as our
new teacher joyce I
swear she no pass 26yrs. Na we be d boys
wey go mak noice for
class so dat she go tok mak we come
kneel down under ha desk,
na dose days wen babes de wear shimi/
draws unda skirt com
wear big white pant inside. The innocent
teacher no go know say
badt guy dey unda table de calculate and
observ how many
threads and hole wey dey 4ha big pant. I
remeba one day wey
teacha joyce 4get say I dey punishment
unda ha desk com shift
ha pant, put hand inside de scratch ha
kitten, omo see d kain
bush wey de dis girl toto…….
Dat one na dose days. Jus last week I de
go my guy place naim I
see teacher joyce 4road as she de wait
4taxi omo she don old
small o but still look Sekxy and fine, I tell
my guy mak she stop d
car, I don see my primary 4teacher, as I call
am I dey suprise say
she jus rememba me imediatly she
suppose dey ha early or mid
40’s now I com de wonda if a toto go still
dey bushy as e day
many years ago, I swear say I must find
out.
I ask am wia she de go she say she de go
bank, as we de tok
she com tel me say she don divorce ha
husband since 5years
ago say she de work 4 ministry of educatn
now. We drop am
4bank, like play like play I collect ha numba
tel am say I go cal
am leta know as she dey..
Two days leta naim I call d woman, we tok
4phone reach 15mins
and I neva even tell am my mind, she jus
de tok politics and
church tinz SHUO!!! I com tell am say I go
wan com know I’m
house.
She kip silent 4sum seconds, ask me why I
wan com, I ask am if
anytin bad 2 know ur teacher hous?, she
com tok say mak I no
com say she no wan see me 4 her house,
hang up. I call am bak
4evening she jus dE busy my call I com de
thinK wetin I do dis
woman wey go mak am treat me lyk dis, I
no tok any bad tin nah,
I no insult am, I nobe criminal I no even luk
lyk criminal. I decide
say even if e go mean 2find am go work
2moro I go do am
afterall I nogo loose anytin, nobe my mate
so anytin wey hapun I
go tak am.
The next day I call joe my guy mak we go
min of education, we
reach dia by 11am, by 12.40 we still de try
locate ha office and d
worst part b say I com forget her surname,
we jus de mumu
oursef
1 -abeg we de find mrs joyce
2 – joyce who?
1 – I no fit rememba ha surname but she
dey chubby small com
fair wit average height
2 – wia she from?
1 – na benue woman
2 – and una no hol I’m numba. many
benue women full hia go
ask dose men wey stand dia no weda dem
go know who una de
tok……..
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THE BOY WHO SNEAKS INTO MY ROOM … (18+) … Part 1
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I sat on the kitchen counter, watching my mom make pasta bake; she was panicking slightly and kept glancing at the clock every couple of minutes. I knew why she did this, my dad was due home in exactly sixteen minutes and he liked dinner to be on the table as soon as he got in.
Jake wandered in, playing with his Spider-Man figures. “Mom, can I go play at Liam’s?” he asked, giving her the puppy dog look.
She glanced at the clock again and shook her head quickly. “Not right now, Jakey. Dinner won’t be long and we need to eat as a family.” She flinched slightly as she spoke.
Jake’s face fell, but he nodded and came to sit next to me. I immediately snatched the little man out of his hands and laughed as he gasped and snatched it back, smiling and rolling his eyes at me. He was a cute kid, with blond hair and grey eyes with brown flecks in them. He was my big brother, and as big brothers went, he was the best. He always looked after me at home and at school, made sure no one picked on me. The only one allowed to pick on me, as far as he was concerned, was him, and to a lesser extent his best friend Liam, who happened to live next door.

“So, Ambs, you need help with your homework?” he asked, nudging his shoulder into mine. Jake was ten, and was two years older than me, so he always helped with my school work
“Nope. I didn’t get any.” I smiled, swinging my legs as they dangled off of the counter.
“OK, kids, go set the table for me. You know how. Exactly right, OK?” Mom asked, sprinkling cheese on the pasta and putting it into the oven. Jake and I jumped down from the counter and grabbed the stuff, heading to the dining room.
My dad was very particular about everything, if everything wasn’t exactly right, he got angry and no one ever wanted that. My mom always said that my dad had a stressful job. He always got easily annoyed if we did anything wrong. If you had heard of that saying ‘Children should be seen and not heard’, well, my dad took that to another extreme. Instead, he liked ‘Children shouldn’t be seen or heard’. At five thirty everyday he would come home, we would eat dinner straight away, and then Jake and I would be sent to our bedrooms, where we played quietly until seven thirty when we would have to go to bed.
I hated this time every day. Everything was fine until he came home, and then we all changed. Jake always went quiet and didn’t smile. My mom got this look on her face, like fear or worry, and she would start rushing around plumping up the cushions on the sofa. I always just stood there and silently wished I could hide in my room and never come out.

Jake and I set the table quietly, and then sat down in silence, waiting for the click of the door to signal that he was home. I could feel my stomach fluttering, my hands starting to sweat as I prayed in my head that he’d had a good day and he would be normal tonight.
Sometimes, he would be in a really good mood and would hug and kiss me. Telling me what a special little girl I was, and how much he loved me. That was usually on a Sunday. My mom and Jake would go to hockey practice and I would be left home with my father. Those Sundays were the worst, but I didn’t ever tell anyone about those times, or how he touched me and told me how pretty I was. I hated those days, and wished the weekends would never come. I would much rather it be a school day when we would only see him for dinnertime. I definitely preferred it when he looked at me with the angry eyes, than when he looks at me with the soft eyes. I don’t like that at all, it made me feel uncomfortable, it always made my hands shake. Thankfully though, today was only Monday so I had almost a week before I would have to worry about that again.
A couple of minutes later he walked in. Jake shot me a look that told me to behave and he held my hand under the table. My father had blond hair, the same colour as Jake’s. He had brown eyes, and was always frowning.
“Hello, kids,” he said in his loud deep voice. A shudder tickled down my spine as he spoke. He set his briefcase on the side and took his seat at the head of the table. I tried not to show any reaction to him; actually, I tried not to move at all. It always seemed to be me that got everyone in trouble or that did something wrong. It always seemed to be me that made things worse for everyone. It never used to be like this, I used to be daddy’s little girl, but since he started his job, three years ago, he changed. Our relationship with him changed completely. He still favoured me over Jake, but when he came home from work, it was like he wanted to pretend like Jake and I weren’t there. The way he looked at Jake sometimes was like he was wishing he didn’t exist, it made my stomach hurt to see him look at my brother like that.
“Hello, Dad,” we both replied at the same time. Just then my mom came in carrying the pasta and a plate of garlic bread.

“This looks nice, Margaret,” he said, giving her a smile. We all started eating in silence and I tried not to shift on my seat uncomfortably. “So, how was school, Jake?” he asked my brother.
Jake looked up nervously. “It was good, thank you. I tried out for the ice hockey team and Liam and I were,” he started, but my father nodded, not listening.
“That’s great, son,” he interjected. “What about you, Amber?” he asked, turning his gaze on me.
Oh God! OK, be polite, don’t ramble. “Good, thank you,” I replied quietly.
“Speak up child!” he shouted.
I flinched at his tone, wondering if he was going to hit me, or maybe send me to bed with no dinner. “It was good, thank you,” I repeated a little louder.
He frowned at me and then turned to my mom who was nervously wringing her hands together. “So, Margaret, what have you been doing today?” he asked, eating his food.
“Well, I went to the supermarket and I got that shampoo that you like, and then I did some ironing,” my mom answered quickly. It sounded like a prepared answer, she always did that, had her answers ready so that she wouldn’t say anything inappropriate to make him mad.
I reached out my hand for my drink, but I wasn’t watching properly and knocked it over, spilling the contents over the table. Everyone’s eyes snapped to my father, who jumped up from his chair. “Shit! Amber, you stupid little bitch!” he growled, grabbing the top of my arm and pulling me roughly from the table. Suddenly my back hit the wall, pain shot down my back and I bit my lip to stop from crying. Crying made it worse, he hated crying, he said only weak people cried. I saw him draw back his hand; he was going to hit me. I held my breath waiting for the blow, knowing that there was nothing I could do but take it, the same as always.
My brother jumped from his chair and threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly, covering me. His was back to our father as he protected me. “Get the hell off of her, Jake! She needs to learn to be more careful!” my father shouted, grabbing hold of Jake by his clothes and throwing him to the floor. He slapped me across the face, sending me to the floor, then he turned to Jake and kicked him in the leg, making him moan. “You don’t ever get in my way again, you little shit!” he shouted at Jake, while he was curled into a ball on the floor.
Silent tears were flowing down my face. I couldn’t stand to see him hurt my brother; he was only trying to protect me. Jake always did that. Whenever I got into trouble, he would provoke my father so that he would take it out on him instead.
My father picked up his plate and drink and stormed into the lounge to finish his food, muttering something about us being ‘the worst kids in the world’ and ‘how the hell did he get stuck with this life’.
I crawled over to my brother and wrapped my arms around him tightly, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. He groaned and pushed himself up to sitting, hugging me back, rubbing his hand across my stinging cheek, hissing through his teeth.
“I’m so sorry, Jake. I’m so sorry,” I mumbled quietly, crying onto his shoulder.
He shook his head. “It’s alright, Ambs. It’s not your fault,” he croaked, giving me a small smile and trying to get to his feet, groaning. I jumped to my feet and helped him up. I could hear movement so I glanced up to see that my mother was frantically clearing the table.
“Take your dinner to your rooms and eat, OK?” she instructed, kissing us both on the cheek. She needed to go to my father and do damage control, he would be in a temper in there from my mistake and she needed to calm him down before anything else happened. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I love you both. Please be quiet, and whatever happens, stay in your rooms,” she ordered, quickly kissing us again and handing us our half eaten dinners, before pushing us towards the back hallway.
We had a nice house, four bedrooms and it was all on one level. My father earned good money so we lived in a nice area, but I would rather the house was smaller so he wouldn’t have to work in his job. Maybe then he would be like the old dad, taking us to the park and buying me toys and candy. Jake came to my room and we ate in silence, sitting on the floor near my bed. He held my hand tightly when we heard my father shouting at my mother from the lounge, something smashed, and I winced. This was entirely my fault.
I started to sob so Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, squeezing gently. He always seemed so much older than me; he was so much more mature than I was. “It’s OK. Everything’s OK, Ambs. Don’t worry,” he cooed, stroking my hair. Once I had calmed down, and the shouting had stopped, we played snap cards for a little while.
When we were in the middle of the game, we heard stomping coming up the hallway, Jake stiffened as the footsteps went past my door. They didn’t stop though, thank God. I let out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and looked at Jake, who smiled a small smile. “I’d better go to my room, it’s after seven,” he said looking at my alarm clock. “Lock your door. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said with a wink. He left the room and I watched him creep across the hall to his room, he turned back to me. “Lock your door, Ambs,” he whispered, waiting there, watching me.
I shut my door and locked it quickly as he told me to. Putting my ear to the wood, I listened to make sure that Jake did the same to his. I ran back over to my bed and threw myself on it, crying silently. I couldn’t stop, I was sobbing and sobbing. I had been stupid tonight and I got my brother hurt again! And probably my mother too, by the sound of the noises from the lounge.
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MY FATHER IMPREGNATED ME…..(18+)…
A Must Read For All
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My name is Adenike. I am from Lagos state,. I was born 28 years ago into the family Mr and Mrs Temitayo Fowogbade. I am the first born of parent and I have three other siblings; Faith, Christiana and Grace. Grace was born as a of my parent’s search for a baby boy who turned out to be a girl. And the chapter of child birth was closed

The story of my life is a lesson to mothers of our days. The title of my story would have been better if it was “The Carelessness Of My Mother”, but I chose this title for some reasons.
My mum told me to stop sleeping in her room since I was two years old neither will I sleep in the children’s room but my father’s room. At a time, everyone started calling me the wife of my father, “iyawo baba e”. I grew up to understand what love is all about because my father showed me unreserved love. Sometimes I wouldn’t sleep except I sleep on my father’s chest; his chest became my comfort and bed. My father cannot withstand anyone beating me, not even my mother. The major quarrels I witnessed between my father and my mother were because my mother beat me and my father was not happy about it. There were times they kept malice for days just because of me.

My father wass a successful engineer, a tall handsome man with charming voice. He sings in the choir. He is such a nice man that all and sundry will love to be with because he is also caring. He is tender hearted and jovial. He gives me virtually everything I had ever wanted, including those that were detrimental to my growth as a girl child. There were many things he bought for me without my mother’s knowledge. He had packets of chocolate under his bed that my mother wasn’t aware of for many years. He served me two or three chocolate every night before sleep.
I love playing with my father’s beards because they were well la!d around his jaw. I sat on his lap and played with his beards anytime I was angry; it had a way of pacifying my anger. When I turned six, I realized that anytime I sat on my father’s laps he always had erection. As a child, I never knew what erection was or what it meant because we never had a brother neither did anybody told us anything about erection. I loved it when I see his manhood struggling around his boxer. Then I began to play with his manhood anytime I see it rise. My father loved it when I played with it but he will never allow me do it whenever my mother was around. My father’s manhood became my toy and any day I didn’t play with it, he reminds me. “Nike you’ve not played with daddy’s toy”. When he noticed my mother may get to know one day, we restricted the toy play only to bedtime.
Fast forwarding, when I became ten, my father will instruct me to sU-Ck his manhood until he e——–s. That continued until I was thirteen. It became an everyday affair, no sU-Cking, no chocolate. I became so addicted and inseparable to my father. Nobody ever educated me that what I was doing with my father was wrong. He kept assuring me of his love towards me. Of course, I had no doubt because he showed it. Anytime my father traveled, I will be sick all through and get well as soon as he arrived. My love for my father was exceptional. He could tolerate my excesses to a fault. My father was a good man I knew.

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MY I.T S£X-CAPADES…..(18+)…..Part 1
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See me in my office” Her voice sounded angry and anytime she speaks in that tone I knew one thing is for sure! I was going to get punished.
The type of punishment only a randy boss gives. I knew I was going to sU-Ck kitty cathy against my wish. I have been going through this punishment for five days now.
Am not finding it funny, but each time I start I couldn’t but feel satisfied and pleased with myself. ok madam I replied as I carried myself and walked down to the extreme block where her office is located. A times, I wonder if she was the one that choose that particular office so she could carry out her randy plans without any eyebrows being raised.

Just as I stepped into her office I saw she was engrossed on her laptop screen as she always does. “come over here” she said without raising her head. I couldn’t help but notice the top buttons of her shirt that were undone exposing a handful view of her plump ebony b0s0m which always catch my lustful attention.
I stared at it as I could make out a clear view of her lacy blue bra that clutches the twin ladies tenderly.
“Stop staring at my b0s0m and do what you should do” she said still not looking up.
From previous punishments I knew what to do.
She has asked me to go under the table and lick her p@anties with an expressionless face on the first day of the punishment.
Though it came to me as a shocker.
I was happy and also not so sure I was hearing well so to make sure I heard well I had answered eh? on which I received a very dirty annoying look from her as she asked if am deaf. I couldnt but wait anymore as I shivered under the table and dived into her skirt that was raised up to her thigh. The sight that hit my eyes brought out the animal in me as I threw caution to the wind and started licking her blue lacy p@anties that matches with her bra.
The skin of her thigh was so smooth like asphalt, ebony coloured and massively plump.
As I give the p@anties some partial hungry strokes I realised they were soaked and I continued savoring the haven. What can I do?
For about five minutes I was just licking the p@anties afraid to advance further by pushing them aside and licking the main stuff. All this while she never reacted, all she did was to continue typing on her keyboard as I heard the keys being punched probably with an expressionless face.
“young man, stop eating the wrap, unwrap the goodie and eat” I heard her say.
That was all the encouragement I needed as I used my teeth to tug the p@anties by the side and gave a long lick, as this point I felt her legs spread wider probably to give me more room for exploration. Lawd, the p@anties were still obstructing my ministration so I just used my finger to push it wider and I sU-Cked like a fool.
The biggest kithy lips I have ever encountered. Little stuffs of hairs brush against my lips as I tongue lashed, and the taste of the honey was beyond expectations. Soon she started jerking her hips, slowly grinding it into my face as I struggle for breath. By now my boxers have soaked with pr£cuum. I stiffened my tongue and probe into her pubes and the silkiness of that gory hole drove me mad and I started humping with my tongue as I heard a subdued m0an above the table. I knew I was serving my punishment well.



All this while I have avoided licking the cl!t that have stuck out save for my nose that keeps rubbing against it.
“Don’t tease me boy” She said with a little command amidst the pleasures, but I knew I was not going to listen to her so I continued teasing her until she pressed her massive thighs together with my head in between.
I was locked out of the world for some seconds as I tried to breath, see and hear at the same time. As soon as she releases her grip on my head she said
“Tease me and die”
that was all it took for me to lick her cl!t and I felt her shudder, I gave a long slow swirl around the hood and finally plunged my lips into the tiny button. That was all it took for her to bless my face with kithy juice. I continued licking away till she pushed my head away.
As I stood up she just gave me tissue. “Wipe your face, you look sq££zed up ” she said with an expressionless face and I collected it. After wiping my face I stood as I waited for her next command. you can now go” she said to me and I turned to leave with the hope of rushing to the washroom to jerk off. Just as I was about to open the door she called out “young man”
“ma” I answered tuck that in properly she said pointing to the tent that have formed on my trousers.
“Owk ma” I responded with a sly smile and bow. All that was five days ago and now am about to repeat the same thing and go off without any treatment to my hurting lash-pole.
The whole story started like this. I have been placed to my place of industrial training and for some weeks now I have been trying to blend into the system here. Back in school we did more of theory but here is where the practical thing is happening. My supervisor, Mrs Adeola have been really good to me as she really encouraged and assisted me over this two weeks. She helped clear my air of confusion and have really helped me know why am here.
I saw her as a goddess, so full of life and energy. Beautiful like the sunset with skin as smooth like pebbles, she is dark and fleshy with lots of curves at the right places. Sometimes I caught myself staring as her rear but I quickly rebuke myself for having such about such a good woman, a married one at that.
I always tell her that I get bored whenever am not at work which makes me stay at work till 7pm. Over the weekend she have called me to ask what I will be doing and I told her I will be bored as I don’t have any friends around yet.
She have pitied me and asked me to work on the assignment she gave to me so I can keep busy. I told her I was almost done and sensed she beamed a smile.
“Well if you don’t mind you can come and join my family tomorrow. We are going for a family outing at wonderland.”
“Surely ma I would come over!” I screamed into the phone before she hangs up. I was so happy that I was not going to experience another boring sunday here at Bwari. Me that loved weekend so much suddenly wished that I can go to work on Saturdays and sandys due to the boredom.
I live in a one room apartment which I rented for the sake of my IT. The neighborhood was filled with low-lifes and I could not mix up with them and the girls around here were way uglier than I thought. Not after I have spent 3 years in UNN where I see lots of pretty girls and bleep plump kitthy catties. No! I mean I cant just bear going after these girls.
They are black! Ugly, assless with large dropping b0s0m that shrinks the lash pole.
So I was always indoors Chatting or typing stories and making sketches for my supervisor so you can see why I was so happy at that invitation.
Sunday came and by 12 she called me to get prepared. I told her I was already prepared (me that have prepare since 11) She laughed and said I should be at Dutse Alhaji by 1pm so from there they can pick me up and drive to Kubwa. Immediately she hung up I went out to get a bike I can’t wait for 1pm else I won’t meet up. it was a 30 mins drive to Dutse Alhaji from Bwari so I was there 30 mins earlier waiting for my madam and her family.
The time seems to be ticking so slow and I wish I could just fast forward it. Afterall who asked me to come out so early. And i started ‘ntooring’ myself. In the midst of my thought I never realised when a Toyota siena pulled up at the junction and I heard a familiar voice beckoning on me to hop in. I smiled as I saw my madam on the steering. She motioned me to enter into the back seat and what my eyes saw was so ‘wooooooooooow’.
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FLOXY THE NYMPHOMANIAC GIRL … (18+) … Part 1
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NOTE: NYMPHOMANIAC Means a Woman/girl/Lady, who has sex or wants to have sex very often or always, that is addicted to sex…
You can check your dictionary

We all like sex, that sweaty feeling of unguarded passion running through your brain, the way our heart beats faster, the unimaginable sensation we feel when we are about to feel when we cum, its like flashes of heaven and the addiction is what keeps us coming back for more.
My name is floxy, the word “nymph” never meant anything to me as a child, i grew up noticing i like the rush of water from the bathtub how it makes my vagina feel, i loved that feeling so much that i would wait for everyone in the house to bath so that i can spend real quality time in the bathroom and enjoy my “special time”.
My Inchoate nymphomaniac lifestyle really started when i was 11 years old, i would watch my elder brothers porn book, i would steal it from under his bedcovers and admire those huge dicks and loved the way the models would keep their moaning faces, the glossy magazine became my new addiction, i would stir at it most times and wonder away in thoughts, i knew i needed to experience that, i couldn’t find someone to help me and disvirgin me, every boy i knew then either sees me as a child or the guy himself is a child like me too, i scouted for so long but no willing dick was available until chris came my way…
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Chris our family driver, a tall fair guy, he was the one saddled with the responsibilty of taking me to school and also taking me home when its school over, i imagine how the size of his dick was, i imagined and wished that his size was as huge those dick i saw on the glossy magazine, i would watch his dangle in his boxers anytime he pulls his trouser to wash dads car, so i decided to find a way to make him disvirgin me..
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On this fateful day it was raining heavily after school hours as he came to pick me from school, we drove towards the major road and got stuck in traffic, the air condition from car was so strong that the air from the vent was blowing straight to my vagina because i sat in the front sit with him, and that cool air made my pant so cold and i couldn’t control myself, so i turned and watched him as his head was on the stirring while he slept off, i was afraid but i had this inner pressure that was compelling to do what my instincts was telling me, so i stretched my hand and reach for his trouser as i began to caress his loin region, hoping i would have a feel his dick, i couldn’t feel anything so i decided to press a little bit harder and that was when he jumped up from his slumber, turned towards me with his heavy eyes and said,
Chris: Floxy you don dey mad abi? see dis small girl oh! wetin you dey do? dis world don spoil finish.
I was clothed with shame, i kept my face down and hoped the long journey hope would come to an fast, but the way chris began to associate with me after that day began to give me hope that he might change his mind, he would always spank my bum-bum and smile and say.
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Chris: Floxy you don dey grow up, before you know you go begin do yanga for men!
I would smile and shake my tiny waist as i walked past him, he decided to make my nympho circle complete on this day he picked me from school, i noticed he wasn’t taking the normal route home and i enquired to know why and he smiled as his right hand went straight to my thighs
Chris: i wan carry you go place you and me go relax, abi you no want am?
He knew i wanted it badly and couldn’t reject such offer, we swerved and parked under a mango tree in a ver lonely road, as he lowered my seat and it turned into a mini bed and i smiled as our eyes caught with each other, and he began to caress my thighs, this time his hands were firm and soft, he began to UnCloth me as he caressed me, took off my pinafore and my pants as he began to handle with my peanut sized boobs and play with my vagina, as his fingers wanted to enter my vagina, i screamed and pushed his hands away..
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Chris: So this girl you be virgin sef, then Bleep come dey hungry you like this, no be me go spoil you, dress make we dey comot from here.
I couldn’t believe i would not get to taste a feel of how being bleeped feels like, so i begged chris and pleaded that he disvirgins me, but he remained adamant that he would not try such, out of anger, i opened my bag, brought out my pen and disvirgined myself, as the tip of the pen tore my hymen apart and ripples of blood began to flow. ..
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what happens when a husband tells his wife to go outside his matrimonial home and get pregnant outside.
find out in this interesting story.

Married To A Playboy (18+)




[ Unexpected Love]

~Story By Bakare .A. Fatimah~



[Faith Isabella]



~ Prologue~

Meet Xavier Dynamite



Xavier is a cute, rich , sexy and brilliant Hot cake in all of America .. Everyone knows him as the young handsome playboy .

Although he is a playboy , he is also brilliant and good with business tactics .

He tackles business like a game and wins .. Most people wonders how he does it .

He could sleep with five ladies a day and would still go to club at night just for ladies .

He doesn’t really care ….

Meet Riana Salvatore

Riana is a 21 years old hard working lady .. She is very pretty too
Unlike every normal 21 years old girl looking forward to marriage .. All she looks forward to is working her ass off and delivery money to her step mom and biological father everyday .

She wasn’t able to finish college cause her step mom thinks its a waste of money .

She Is nice, carefree and takes life as nothing .

She hardly hold grudges.

So what happens when she gets married to Mr playboy .

How will the two fate collide

Find out in “Married to A play boy”
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Episode One [1]



Riana P.O.V



I quickly arranged the cafe as it was almost time to close up . I’m really lucky to have been able to find a job in this cafe cause its really huge

It has a spot for gamers and browsers , another spot for coffee and tea with random snacks

My boss is a man so it was easier to communicate with him and he loves me very much to the extent that he calls me his small wife

Aside that he also let me take home snacks for my step mom and dad which is alot better than having to cook for them again after a long day

I work at three places . I work as a bartender in a club which I really hate cause guys always have their eyes on me

They think I’m actually one of the sluts they come there to find

Before I got the club at 11:30 , I also wash dishes at Mama’s pupa small canteen .. She also pays me extremely well .

I mean I’m suppose to have been a billionaire with all the jobs I do but no instead m as poor as a church rat , and thats because my step mom collects my salary for her care and dad’s care

My dad has a big sore on his right foot , he was suppose to do an operation but there isn’t enough fund so the little I earn goes to his leg medicine and treatment from nurse Clara

“So how is my wife doing ?” Sir Nicholas asked from the space that shows the cafe in the kitchen

I smiled then cleaned the sweat that forms on my forehead
“Im very okay my husband ” I said smiling

Then I sighted a little smudge on his face

I quickly went to him then helped him wiped it off , I Also adjusted his striped shirt

“Now you look good to go my husband ” I said

He smiled then played with my hair

Sir Nicholas is over 40 , I call him dad before but he told me to stop cause he felt old

Just then we heard someone cough from behind

I was a little shocked ,when I saw the person it was a young looking man

He looked so fit , he was probably in his 50s cause of the little Grey he had

He was cute and he looked so filthy rich
The shoe he wore were shiny like actual diamond

Sir Nicholas laughed as he walked to him then they hugged

“Ohhh Noah!!” He said then laughed

They acted like a old time friends

Sir Nicholas looked really happy , sometimes I feel pity for him
His eldest was just four years old when he lost his wife

Since then he had been the one taking care of his children but thats 20 long years ago

His children are even older than me but we are good friends though
Beth, Nathalie and Chloe the youngest

They love me and I love them ..
I left the cafeteria to the Game section

I made sure everything was sparkly clean before resuming to the kitchen …



Noah P.O.V



She is really pretty , I really love the girl. She looks really calm and meek , peaceful and loveing

Nicholas has been my friend since 8the grade . He is a good man thats why I like him , even if I was among the richest man in the world and he could extort money from me cause of our closeness , he never did . He is very hardworking and Jovial thats what I love most about him

I felt tired of the Dynamite riches so I decided to come here to relax .. Nicholas ordered the girl to bring me some coffee which I took politely

She bowed to me then left

“So what’s up with you lately ?” He asked as I sipped the coffee

“Nothing other than my Son Xavier . He has become something else not than ain’t grateful or he doesn’t have a good side , at least he just got the company close to six contract worth millions of dollars and because of this the share holders of Dynamite group and company have decided for him to be the C.E.O but you know he can never be a C.E.O without having a wife they’ll think he is irresponsible” I explained then sipped my tea

Nicholas looked at me with a serious face meaning he is truly concerned about me

“He is irresponsible , he is 25 for God’s sake. He is rich and handsome , very handsome
I think we should arrange a marriage between him and Natalie
We both know they have been friends since they were young ” he suggested

I laughed then sipped the coffee again

“Natalie is just 19 years old Nicholas , xavier is 25 there Is a huge difference moreover she just got into college

Who is that girl?” I asked changing the subject

“Who? That girl?” He asked

“Yes that one Nicholas ” I replied

“Thats my employee . She is a very nice and jovial girl . ” he said smiling at the thought of her

“I can see that. She looks supportive too . I want her for xander ” I said

He looked at me then looked at the girl that was backing us busy cleaning the kitchen

I nodded then sipped my tea



Xavier P.O.V



I slapped her butt as she shook it right in front of my face . Woah such a sexy bitch

“Xavier you promised me 2 million dollars ” she said sweetly as she sat on my lap

She started to romance almost getting me in the mood

“You’re a slut you don’t deserve 2 million ” I said then pushed her off me

She quickly stood up then put one of her hands on her waist
She wore a red sleeveless gown that stops at her lap with a black heels and purse

“Xavier you promised ” she said

“Yes and now I’m breaking it . I don’t deal with cheap slut trying to look high in front of me

I don’t do public toilet I’m sorry” I said

She walked to me

“Fine ! You caught me I’m a fucking slut but isn’t having sex all you need
Just Bleep me and give me my money” she mouthed

“I don’t do public toilet slut . Get out !!” I yelled

She quickly took her purse then left
I poured myself a glass of red wine then stood up

The hotel room is really big
Its made of mostly glass which also has a great view of the compound

I wore a ash sport trouser that stops right at my butt revealing my black boxer

I was shirtless , I had tattoo all over my chest . I’m a typical bad boy and I love myself that way

I sipped the wine . Just then my phone rang , I picked up cause its NY dad

“Hey xavier’s pop ” I said

He laughed at the other end
He keeps doing that even if I’ve been calling him “xavier’s pop ” my whole life

“Xavier I need you in L.A like right now” he said sound in serious

“Dad I’m just in calabasas I’ll be right in LA by tomorrow ” I replied

“Expecting son” he said then ended the call

I wonder what he wants from me now . I said then dropped the glass of wine with this I went to the bathroom .



Riana P.O.V



I took off my apron after I was done in the kitchen , just then I felt a hand around my waist

I was a little scared cause the hands was a little cold .. I know I wasn’t expecting anyone around here

I turned around slowly just to see…



Hold on guys
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Who is trying to seduce my Riana bayii
What do you think about xavier ?
What do you think about Nicholas
And Noah ….?
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ROOMMATES (18+) – Episode 1
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❣️ROOMMATES❣️
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�By Authoress Pinky�
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�Chapter One (1)�
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Subtitle: {The Admission�}

★Ella’s Pov★

I stared at the admission letter for God knows along before tossing it on my dressing table and walking over to my bed and sprawled on it. My gaze was fixed on the blank boring ceilings.

I should be happy. If it were to be a normal person they would be very happy. They would celebrate, they will party before packing up to go to college. But my case was different. I was sad. No, I honestly don’t know what it is i’m feeling. Probably regret, sadness, guilt? I don’t know.

I dug my nails on my palm and shut my eyes close. I miss her like crazy. I want her back. if only I could turn back the hands of time. if only I was a little bit matured at that age. if only I didn’t insist on us going out there in the rain to dance. if only I didn’t insist that she gets me ice cream. if only. Maybe she would have still been here with us. With my dad. with me. And then I would be very happy to be given an admission to study in England.

I won’t have the fear of leaving my father alone. I slowly opened my eyes as realization came down on me. I was feeling guilt.

“Sweety, are you okay?” I heard my dad’s voice from the doorway.

I hurriedly sat up and wiped the tears that had stained my cheeks away and adjusted my glasses.

“dad. Do you need me to help you with something?” I asked, getting up to my feet.

My dad made his way in alongside Winnie, my dog and shut the door closed gently.

“were you crying?” He asked as he stared at my face.

I can’t let him know I was crying. I don’t want him to know anything about the admission, I can just lie to him that I didn’t pass the exam. Easy peasy, but that isn’t the problem here, the problem here is that…the letter was right there at the dressing table.

I forced a smile to my face and shook my head no. “of course not. something had entered my eyes so I was just trying to take it out.” I lied, not making any contact with his eyes. It was easy to read through my lies but that is when you know me too well.

“how can something enter your eyes with your glasses on?” He asked.

“i know right. Haha.” I laughed, realizing how stupid I was to use an obvious lie.

“Ella, you are clenching your fist again, and you only do that when you are nervous, scared or going through the trauma. Are you sure you are alright? You know you can always talk to me, right?”

I nodded my head yes. “dad, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. look, i’m not clenching my fist again.” I said as I unclenched my fist and dug my hand in the pants of my back pocket.

He stood quiet for a while that I actually thought time had stopped until he pulled me into his arms and held me there for a really time.

I let go of the breath I didn’t even realize I’ve being holding and hugged him back. I love him so much. And all because of me, all because of my foolishness, he lost someone very important to him. To us.

He started patting me gently on my back. “it’s okay, dear. You can go.” What was he talking about? I was going to ask but he continued talking. “You earned it. Don’t give up on it because of me. Please go for it.”

I slowly pulled away from him and stared at him through my glasses. “what?”

He smiled and shove a strand of black hair from my face and tuck it behind my ear. “you weren’t going to tell me, were you?” Wait, does he know about the admission? “i’m talking about the admission to study in England. Were you going to tell me about it?” Oh, no. He knows. He must have seen it on the dressing table. I should have toss it under my bed instead of tossing it on the dressing table.

“dad…” My voice trailed away. I don’t even know what to say. I just clenched the pocket of my pants tightly.

“you know you can’t hide things away from me, right?”

“i tried.” I said under my breath.

“Go for it, darling.” He said like it was very easy.

I shook my head in disagreement. “no dad. I can’t leave you here all by yourself. You need me.”

“i told you to stop feeling guilty about what happened to your mom years ago.” He said calmly.

“no, I caused it, dad. If I had not insist on us going out to dance in the rain then she wouldn’t have been hit by a running car. She wouldn’t have been dead. She would have still be with us.” I said as I battled with the tears that was threatening to make its way out.

I started struggling for breath. I think i’m going to die. This asthma might be the end of me. I fell down to the tiled floor and clenched the mattress of my bed.

My dad was going insane in searching for my inhaler. Winnie was barking also searching for my inhaler.

“where is your inhaler, Ella?” Dad asked, getting frustrated already.

“i…I…” I couldn’t get the word out. My glasses had came off by itself as I kept struggling. I can’t even see clearly now that my glasses were off.

“hang in there, sweety.” Dad came closer to me and knelt down by side and pressed the inhaler into my mouth. Gradually, I regained myself. “oh, my.” Dad drew me into his arms and kissed the top of my head while Winnie crawled herself by my side.

I shut my eyes closed as the tears that I had being battling with made its way out. it won. I dug my nails on my palm as I calmed myself down. I didn’t die. I’m not dead. Thank you, mother.

★Ryder’s Pov★

“get your ass out of my bed now.” I said, coldly.

She stared at me surprisedly. She must be really surprise at my outburst. But who cares? I’m done with her, isn’t that obvious?

“what are you saying?” She asked.

I sighed getting frustrated over her stupidity. “get your fucking self out of my bed. we are done, isn’t that obvious. You needed sex and I needed one, it was all about sex. And now we’ve both gotten what we both wanted so, get out. Get lost.” I spat as i took out a stick of cigarette and fixed it on my lips. I really need this cigarette.

“are you fucking kidding me right now? Ryder, you can’t treat people like this.” She stated.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette and drew it in before exhaling it.

“you are crazy. Who do you think you are to say that shit to me? Huh? Listen, before this cigarette finishes I want you out of here. I hate repeating myself.”

She eyed me from head to toe before getting out of the bed and snatched her clothes. She smiled. “i won’t be mad at you because of your cute face. So tell me, when can we meet again?” She winked.

“When I said, I hate repeating.” I drew in another smoke. “it is also contrary to girls. I don’t Bleep girls more than once. It’s a one time thing, baby.” I exhaled the smoke and walked out of the room.

I made my way downstairs and walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of whiskey and gulped from it. Smoking and drinking were like my breakfast.

“Bleep you!” She said before walking out of the door.

I just rolled my eyes and took out my phone and was scrolling through it when I heard the door open and close.

“knock before coming in, Lewis.” I said still scrolling through my phone and not sparing him a glance.

“This is my house, buddy. How many times do I have to tell you that?” He made his way to me and snatched the bottle of whiskey from me and gulped it down to his lungs. “how about my love?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes and snatched the bottle from his grasp. “Sonia isn’t your girlfriend. So stop calling her that and besides, i will never approve you both. Never.”

“and why not?”

“we are both the same. Do you think I will be at ease to have my sister date you? Of course not.” I said as I set my phone on the island table. “and besides, she don’t live here.”

“yeah yeah. I know. But when will you and your dad stop being cat and mouse?”

“when I stop being this way, I guess.” I said as I shrugged my shoulder.

My phone started ringing. I quickly made my way to the table and collected my phone before answering the call.

“what?” I asked coldly to the person at the other line.

“is that how to speak to your father, Ryder?” I sighed deeply as I heard his voice.

“what do you want?”

“listen, I’ve made plans for you. You were given an admission to study at our college.” He said.

“what? but I clearly didn’t take the exam.”

“yeah, I know. But good thing, I own the college. Make sure you get prepared.”

“no. I’m not going to college, dad. I’m not. And you have no right to decide things for me.”

“i am your father!” He yelled through the other line.

“exactly you are just my father and nothing else so stop getting yourself involve in my life and affair!” I yelled right back at me.

There was a long pause before he spoke again. “if you don’t do what I ask you to do then get ready to leave my house.”

“i don’t stay with you, Edward.” I said, calling him by his first name.

“did you just call…you know what forget it. Listen, I paid for that apartment that you are staying right now. If you don’t do as I’ve said and go to college then considered yourself disowned. And I mean every word I’ve just said.” And with that he hung up.

“Arrrrgh!” I yelled and smashed the phone against the wall. I was already fuming in anger. How dare he? How dare he do things in his own way caring less about what other people thinks or feels? I hate him.

“Ryder? I think you should just go to college. Besides, it is just college. I don’t see any big deal there.” Lewis said.

I ran my fingers through my hair. “fine. I’m going to make sure he regrets ever putting me into that stupid college of his!” TBC.

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