London, May 1810


She watched as he slid his long, lean fingers down the female’s smooth body, stared in envy as that one received his gentle caresses. He wore no shirt and his exertions were leaving an enticing trail of sweat making its way slowly down his hard back. The tight black breeches complimented his perfect form, his feet bare as he continued the tender ministrations. She gazed in fascination as the muscles in his back and arms flexed with every fluent movement. Anticipating the moment, yearning for that instant when his hands would finally rove her own body with such care. Her dark green eyes slid appreciatively down his strong body as she undid another tiny button on her bodice. Yes, the time had come. The perfect opportunity to have him.

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To make him understand that he too desired her, though he’d most likely never dared given thought to that delicious notion. She listened in impatience as his deep voice spoke softly aloud, told that one how beautiful she was. Crooned that he could barely wait to ride her hard and fast so as to put all thoughts and cares behind him. She could scarcely take it any longer, her dainty foot taking its first step from behind her hiding place in the nearby stall. His instincts perfectly honed as ever, Derek heard the hay crumple beneath someone’s careless steps. Keeping one hand steady upon the mare’s back, he turned quickly to discover the intruder. Derek’s eyes narrowed briefly at the sight of his aunt’s approach. He wondered what the hell she was doing out in the far recesses of the stables at this time of day. “Aunt Bethany,” his rich voice greeted as he returned his attention to the beautiful mare named Lady. Bethany reached Derek’s side and casually reached out to stroke the horse. Lady snorted at the unwanted intrusion and Derek was hard put not to chuckle aloud at the offended look that crossed Bethany’s features as she took a step back. “I would have thought you were at the party with everyone else,” he commented.

Derek was referring to the annual gala his aunt and uncle threw every year. It was an outdoor affair with quaint dancing about the maypole, refreshments and entertainment galore. It was more of a county fair really, and a delightful if rare thing within the realm of sophisticated London.

Derek had first come to live on the immense estate with his aunt and uncle several years before, when his father had decreed him unmanageable and difficult at best. He’d been eleven at the time his mother died unexpectedly and Derek had never imagined such pain could exist. Although his mother’s soft touches and sweet hugs were rare, thanks to his father’s feelings that such displays of affection were unacceptable, Derek knew that she’d been the one and only good thing in his life. The stark realization that he would never again have that goodness and purity surrounding him left a bleak void in his young heart. A rebellious nature soon took hold of Derek and it wasn’t long before he was being kicked out of every prestigious boys’ school in Europe over a two year period. Unwilling to abide by his father’s demanding laws and unable to curb the bitterness that had taken over his entire existence, Derek finally bore the brunt of his father’s wrath once and for all.

After a severe beating with the dreaded leather strap, Derek was coldly informed that he would be sent to live with relatives. His father’s brother and family. They lived on the edge of London, their estate massive. Derek couldn’t recall their ever having visited his father’s relatives and wondered why he was being sent to live with someone his father obviously held little if any regard for. No more formal schooling for Derek either, his father had proclaimed. It would be strict tutors for the remainder of his education and Derek’s uncle swore he’d see that the boy never be let out of sight.

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All I could do was laugh. First, it was cute that she was trying to convince me. Second, did she just say, “going to sleep”? As in I’d be staying the night at her place? Nah, that’s not happening. Before I could respond she spoke again. “Besides, you don’t have to come to my place every time. I can come to your crib. It's easier for me to get to your house anyway. You said you live in Queens right now right?”

Once again I laughed before replying. “No, you’d have to go from the Bronx, into Manhattan, then into Brooklyn, to then go into Queens. You’re definitely not thinking this through”, I said. “No, that’s not true at all. The BX99 goes from the Bronx, over that one bridge and into Queens. I could be at your place in less than an hour”, she said confidently. Oh hell no! How the Bleep does she even know that? I sure didn’t. Plus why would I allow this woman to come to my apartment? So she could be waiting on my stoop in the pouring rain unannounced on a random night? I laughed nervously, and realized that the train was pulling into my stop. Thank Horus! I was finally going to be free of this madness. “This is me”, I said and pointed to the window.



“Okay my love, we’ll talk soon”, she said and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. It seemed like she wanted to leave her lips on my cheek permanently. I nodded, got up and said,“Bye’. I put on my backpack, and walked happily towards the door. I was relieved that I was going to leave and be free of this drama. As the train slowed down, out the corner of my left eye I saw something moving.

I turned my head to the left and saw her sitting at the edge of her seat, waving her arm to say goodbye, and smiling. She was giddy and I kept saying the same one thing in my mind over and over. “Hurry up and open the doors. Hurry up and open the doors.” The train doors opened, I ran off the train and leapt up the stairs two at a time. When I got to the top of the stairs I kept running. At least in my mind anyway. In reality, when the train doors opened I told myself not to look back at her, strolled towards the steps ahead of me and took great pride in watching the train pull out of the station. I couldn’t believe what had just taken place and I needed to talk to someone about it. I felt like I should just call my entire inner circle of friends and tell them all about the ordeal simultaneously. This was a wild and wacky night. Instead I told Akeem about it and introduced him to one of my favorite places to eat in that area. We ate, had dumplings,



and laughed about the craziness that I’d just endured. When we were done and about to part ways at the very train station where I’d parted ways with India, Akeem asked me a question. With a huge smile on his face he asked, “Are you going to go see her on Thursday night?”

THE END.

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“Good, I can take a nap then”, she said. I looked away so my facial expression wouldn’t be seen by India’s crazy ass. Then my defense systems rose, and my body grew tense at a rapid rate as I felt India’s head rest on my shoulder. What the Bleep? What is this woman doing? Who told her I’d be okay with this? Wait, didn’t she just say a few minutes ago that she doesn’t do stuf like this?

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We aren’t even fucking. She’s given me head once, according to what she said on the previous train that meant that she had zero privileges. That was accurate to my standards, and she needed to know that as well. Before I could open my mouth to speak I felt her caressing my arm. I haven’t been in the gym in eons, why is this woman caressing my arm? Over and over again she was squeezing and feeling on my arm. Then she pulled herself even closer to me. What the Bleep is this woman doing? I was in awe, just sitting there looking around the train car as if it would provide me with answers to the questions flying around in my mind. I know the people sitting across from us can see my reactions, I could tell that they were picking up the vibes. My discomfort was clear, but not to her. Finally a few stops later the squeezing and caressing had stopped. I heard a low noise over the train and the people talking. Except I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. I focused in on the noise and discovered that it was India. She was snoring while laying on my shoulder. All I could do was shake my head. The train ride could not go fast enough! I wanted out, I wanted to be off the train, and I wanted to be done with this woman. Had she committed a crime? No. Did she do anything crazy that embarrassed me? No. What she had done was overstep and contradict herself. I didn’t like the position that I was in and I was no longer concerned with when I’d get my dick sucked again or when I’d see her again. All I wanted at that moment was for this train ride to be over.

Then a few stops later the train came to an abrupt stop and she woke up. I’m thinking great, maybe she’ll get off of me. She had to have felt the tension when she awoke. My body was stiffened and I was quite still. She glanced up at me and then took her line stepping to a new level. She attempted to hold my hand. Not once, not twice, but several times. I moved my hand away as she tried to smoothly grab my hand or interlock her fingers in mine. NO! She was beyond reaching at this point and she had gone against everything she said on the last train. I am beyond done with this woman at this point! I shot her a fierce look, and moved my arm completely away from hers to make sure that she got the point. I couldn’t believe my ears when she sucked her teeth and got upset. You’re mad at me when you are the one acting like we’re an item, on the train? How dare this bold and crazy woman! I was offended, beyond bothered and ready to give her a piece of my mind.



However, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down as the train pushed forward. Just before the train got to Times Square she woke up again. “Do you get off here?” she asked after stuttering a few times. “No. Next stop. This is forty second street”, I answered. “Okay, I’ll get off with you so we can get on the next train together”, she said. What? No way. I moved back, looked at her and asked, “What? Why would you get off the train if you can practically take this train to where you need to be?” “So we can spend more time together”, she said calmly. “I’m not getting on any trains when I get off. I’m going to meet my boy and we are going to eat. I told you that already”, I said with a bit of irritation in my voice. “Oh, okay. I guess I’ll stay on here then. So, when are you going to come spend some time with me?”, she asked. What? Am I not sitting right besides her, right now? What is wrong with this lady? “She’s crazy”, my brain reminded me. Trying my best not to get a reaction out of her, I said as sweet as I could, “I’m right next to you silly. What are you talking about?” She grabbed my arm again, pulled me towards her and said softly, “You are”. I shook my head, not caring if she saw me or not. This was too much for one train ride. Apparently she wasn’t done though, because she kept asking me questions. “What about Thursday night? I know you said you’re off from work, so we should be able to meet early again right?”, she asked.

Holy shit! I have to be careful what I say around this woman. She’s paying too much attention. I forgot I had even texted her that the day before. I don’t like lying but at this point I needed to. I couldn’t see her again, especially not two days later. “No, they hit me up earlier. I have to go in, because someone called out”, I said trying to let her down easy. “So come after work then I don’t care”, she said. “I get out of work like eleven or twelve at night. That’s after doing a full time shift at two different jobs. Then I live far from you, so that’s hard”, I said. She pulled me even closer and whispered in my ear, “It can’t be that hard when you’re getting your dick sucked and going to sleep right after”.

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Relationships often times feels like the best that has ever happened to you and some times tend to seem like "why on earth am i in this?"

It's normal to feel any which way, there are days you wouldn't feel the strong feelings you once hard, and there are days you would feel so loved and on top of the world.

Whichever way you feel, it is important to always sit our partner and make them understand what has been wrong, how good and bad your activities are, your words, actions and how you treat each other.

This serves as "checks and balances", the same way you check on your health daily, the same way you check and renew your phone data, the same way you check and renew our household equipment and many other things that are greatly important to you......

Always check if your relationship is healthy, this would help to foster growth, strengthen the bond and boost your trust.

Here are 4 qualities of a healthy relationship:

KP NO 1: Constantly Appreciating your partner

You both value and appreciate individual characteristics, irrespective of the duration of your relationship, you both always feel anxious to know more about each other.

KP NO 2: Trust

Trust is key in a healthy relationship, and it is important that you and your partner maintain a high level of trust of being emotionally there and giving supports when needs be.

KP NO 3: Placing a check in encouraging each other

It's a beautiful thing in a relationship to have a partner who always encourage you to explore your are of interest, pursue more in life and never stop winning. Learn to encourage your partner if you haven't been doing so. It helps in self-development.

KP NO 4: Effective management of conflict

Every relationship has its own issue, You address your feelings well enough that you each feel heard, hopefully lessening their intensity. This allows you to work as a team to solve disagreements between you and problems before you.

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Chapter 2

It's early evening in the beginning of November and outside of my family's New Jersey apartment there's a torrential downpour. The rain is coming down as my immediate family was gathered around in the living room. My sister has convinced my daughter to watch one of her favorite movies from her childhood. We are in a rush, we have to leave shortly so I can get my daughter home on time - the court appointed time.

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As we watch Hocus Pocus and eat the Spanish food we ordered I got a notification on my cell phone. I check my phone and see that it's a Facebook messenger notification. Once I see that, I put the phone back down and keep eating. A minute later I get another notification. I can't help but be curious as to who is messaging me. Usually when I'm with my daughter most people don't contact me so I can focus on and enjoy my time with her.

I unlock and check the application to see a name I don't know. I'm terrible with names, but I am great with faces. I open the message, and try to pull up the person's profile. I figured once I saw them I'd know exactly who they are and where I know them from. For some reason the app doesn't allow me to do so. The only options are to either video call or call them via Facebook. I'm not interested in either option. Finally I decide to read the messages. She basically said hello and that they and their children missed me. Especially the one that was my student. Befuddled, I kept reading and the second message stated that she was my old student Tyson’s mother. Now I remembered exactly who India was and where I knew her from. I greeted her, and asked how she found me. After all, I hadn't spoken to her in over two years. She told me that she had forgotten she had my number but recently she linked her texts messages to the messenger app. When she did I was one of the first of her contacts to show on the app. “I had to hit you up and see how you're doing”, she said. I was shocked that this woman was contacting me after so long, but she was always approachable and appreciative when her son was my student. I remembered giving her my number when I'd left the program because I thought she was really cool. I'd never bothered texting or calling her and she never contacted me either until now. Once again I was okay with it because she was down to earth and cool back when I was around her. I asked how she was doing and her response caught me totally off guard. The message said,

“OK cool, I'll hit you up through here and check up on you. I'm still single, I'm live of Younger Ave, by the 12 train. You're always welcome to come visit. I still love to cook everyday, you know.”

I wasn't sure what to say to that, but it sounded like a pretty big hint to me. Feeling bold, - maybe because of the rice, beans and fried plantains that I was devouring - I decided to ask her. “Lol. Was still single a hint Miss?”, I asked.

“Yes”, she replied immediately followed by a big blue thumbs up.

I couldn't help but laugh as I read the text. My sister and my daughter both shot me a look of confusion and I remained silent.

“LOL. Okay, hint taken. I never knew that you were interested. I'm shocked in a good way”, I wrote back. She began telling me that she was always interested but respected my position and that she didn't want to cause any issues for me. We took the conversation from Messenger to text and continued to text as I left New Jersey and then again after I took my daughter home. She told me that her birthday had just passed on Halloween and I asked her if she wanted to do something to celebrate. She said she would love to and then I asked what she liked to do for fun.

“I'm simple, we can hit a bar, a theme park, go to the movies, or we can make our own.

LMFAO”, she quickly responded. A burst of laughter shot out of me as I read her text.

Once again her boldness had shocked me in a good way.

“Our own? You want to shoot a film with me?”, I asked.

“Yes! I would love to make a bio, documentary, a family comedy, or a porn with you. I'd love to be calling you what the kids called you. It's sexy and has authority. LMFAO”, she wrote back.

I thought to myself that this was too good to be true. India couldn't be serious, she was just saying things that she thought I wanted to hear. As the texting continued she asked if I'd be able to come by her apartment sometime soon. Knowing the age of her children I asked where they would be if I came over.

“They'll be here if you come over this week. Don't worry, you'll be in my room with me. They each have their own room. My apartment is big! Sometimes we'll be at a hotel though, don't worry”, she replied. Again I laughed and thought to myself that she was being too bold to be serious. This was

just shit talking, nothing to take seriously. The texting only grew more flirtatious and bold. India sent me a few pictures of herself. I sent one back to be courteous. We stopped texting, and when I woke up Monday morning I already had a text from her. She was responding to something I said the night before. I said “Good morning”, and she replied immediately. I received another picture and then she said she would send better pictures when her kids were in school momentarily. As I walked toward the bus stop I laughed and shook my head while reading her texts. She couldn't be serious about what she was insinuating. My response reflected my perspective and she must have gotten the hint.

“What do you want to see Jay?”, she asked.

“Whatever you want to show me”, I responded with a smile on my face.

About twenty minutes later when I was on the train she responded. At 8:19 in the morning she sent me three photos. The first was a selfie of her dressed in a basketball jersey and a short skirt, the second picture was the same outfit but she had her tongue out, and the third was of her breasts. Her chocolate skin was glistening, her nipples were erect and her hair was clinging over her shoulder. I responded fast, complimented her on the pictures and scrolled down so they wouldn't show on my screen. I didn't want anyone else seeing the perky large breasts that were on my screen. Then as we were texting I got a message on the messenger app. It said it was from India. Thinking nothing of it I opened the app and was greeted by two pictures which consumed my screen. Each picture was a different angle of her freshly shaved pussy.

“Oh!”, I blurted out and I closed the app. The guy sitting to my left had definitely

saw it as well because he laughed and turned his head in the other direction. I laughed and switched back and texted, “I see you're not camera shy! Very nice. Thank

you”.

She texted back, “You're welcome. You're going to love it in person”

Once again I didn't believe the nasty talk, but I was starting to question it less. After all, she'd sent me nudes without me requesting them less than twenty four hours later and it wasn't even 9AM yet. I decided to see how far she'd go with things. I asked when she was trying to see me and show me the pussy in person.

“Whenever you like. I'll cook you dinner and suck your dick for dessert”, she replied.

I continued to laugh at her messages and didn't believe her. She's just saying anything to keep me interested and get me to her apartment, I thought to myself. To test her I said, “My schedule is crazy right now. I work two jobs and I'm only of tomorrow night and Thursday night. After that I'm not sure when my schedule will allow me to chill again”. All of which was true, but in my mind I knew no one was going to make time to see me only two days after reconnecting with me after years of no contact.

Plus we'd never hung out one on one before, she wouldn't just have me come to her apartment, cook for me and give me head. India wrote back,

“I may have to lick you down tomorrow then”.

YEAH RIGHT! This lady is good, I thought to myself. She's going to convince me to come to her apartment after work and when I get all the way to the Bronx, and into her apartment absolutely nothing is going to happen. These lies sound great but I'm sure nothing will happen if I go over.

In case I was absolutely wrong, before I considered going over I asked her a slew of questions. When's the last time she was tested for STDs? When's the last time she had sex? How many people is she currently dealing with? If I go over tomorrow what's the plan? She answered each question with no hesitation and I couldn't help but laugh at the answer to the last one. “We're going straight to my room to get the party started”, she said. Before walking into work I decided to be an asshole and see how she'd react. I asked, “Since you're not camera shy are we recording the kisses and tongue my dick will be receiving tomorrow?”

“I don't see why not”, she said and sent a smiling emoji.

Yeah right!

The flirting and texting continued. We also had a few short phone conversations. The next morning - Tuesday - I texted her to ask if we were still on for that night. She called me, told me that her daughter woke up with a toothache and that as long as she could take her to the dentist before our set meet time we were good. Obviously she'd have to keep me posted. We texted and flirted more as the day went on and when I got off from work I called to see what was going on on her end. When we confirmed that everything was good, I hung up and began the journey to her apartment. Once again it

was raining, but it wasn't that bad. I walked to the train station and waited for the train. I was excited to get a seat since I'd been standing all day. Knowing I had about a forty minute train ride I decided to take a nap. When I woke up I was only a few stops away from where I needed to be so I stood up. I noticed that I had a message from her. She asked if I could stop at the liquor store for her. Damn, I thought to myself. I'm already out here, now she wants me to spend money? Was this part of the plan the whole time? Bleep it, if she wants something that's a decent price I'll consider it, after all she is cooking dinner and of ering a lot more. I asked what she wanted and she requested a five dollar bottle of Amsterdam vodka. Five dollars? That's nothing. “Okay. No problem”, I texted back.

Once I was off the train I called India to get further directions. It was now pouring out and I didn't want to risk getting my phone wet. I didn't have an umbrella with me, and my hoodie wouldn't be able to cover my phone if it wasn't in my pocket. She directed me to the liquor store a block away and was excited when she heard me speak Spanish to the man behind the thick, bulletproof glass.

“Oh! U know how to talk Spanish? I like that. I tried to learn it, but I'm too stubborn”, she

said and laughed.

After a bit of laughing I responded, “I can hold a conversation, but barely. I'm nowhere

near fluent”.

“You're Spanish, if you want to learn it you can pick it up quickly”, she said.

I paid for the small bottle, and walked out of the store. I could hear the excitement in her voice as she continued to guide me to her apartment.

As I walked back towards the train station a smorgasbord of aromas blessed my nostrils. The bulk of the stores in the area were Spanish restaurants and each of them smelled amazing as I walked past them. The one chain pizza store that I walked past was vacant and seemed out of place in the sea of Spanish restaurants.

“Well, if you ever want Spanish food you have plenty of options”, I said sarcastically.

“Yeah”, she laughed. “That's all there is out here”, she continued. “There's only one pizza place and a McDonald's over here. The rest is just one option in many forms.”

“True”, I responded while holding the “u” sound.

India laughed and asked where I was at currently. I told her that I was about a block away from the one McDonald's and that my clothes and sneakers were soaked.

“It's a good thing you brought a change of clothes. If not you'd just have to stay naked in my room all night”, she said and laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh at the statement. I stopped in the store and grabbed her something to mix the vodka with. She was shocked and expressed her appreciation. I climbed the hill and remembered that most of that part of New York was hills. She laughed as I expressed my unappreciation for that area and it's many hills. “Don't worry, I'll make sure you you didn't walk those hills for no reason”, she flirted. Once again I laughed at her wild, flirty ways. She reminded me of her address and told me that I was only one long block away. Nervousness hit me as she finished her sentence. I hadn't seen this woman in years and I was about to be in her apartment with her. Furthermore we were definitely going to be doing some sexual things. “Don't Bleep her”, I told myself a few times.

I knew that if India did what she said she would, I would want to please her back. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, but I didn't know enough about this woman and what she currently had going on sexually. I knew that I probably shouldn't be there, but my curiosity had me just a few buildings away on this rainy night. It was comforting that she didn't hesitate to answer all of the things I asked when we were texting the days before. However, her answers weren't all to my liking and I wasn't sure how much I could trust her just yet. For these and other reasons I needed to fight my instincts and make sure that my conversation and my sexual interactions with her were limited. I wanted to see if she would really give me head as soon as possible, and if she would let me film it as she said she would via text the day before. As my mind continued to wander she brought me back to reality with a question. “Did you pass by the sad excuse for a playground yet?”

Before I could ask why she called it that I walked past the small, vacant “park”, which had appeared new but had very few things for children to play in/on. I was just two buildings away now. It was too late to turn back. Or was it? “You might want to hurry up, cuz I'm lookin’ good. I mean not to toot my own horn but I look like Tina Turner before she got beat”, she said and laughed. I laughed out of pure confusion. What the Bleep? Who makes that kind of reference? Certainly not a thirty four year old black woman. My laughter ceased as the numbers of India’s building flashed before my eyes.

As I walked into her building lobby I was reminded of an almost identical lobby where a woman I dealt with in 2012 lived. She guided me to the elevator and told me she'd leave the door open upstairs for me. Once inside I realized that too was nearly identical (the elevator). I searched my memory to see if it was possible that I was in the same building. Then I remembered that the woman I was reflecting on lived near a different train, in a different section of the Bronx. Damn, 2012, I thought to myself. “I hope tonight doesn't end how that one did”, I whispered to myself as the elevator door

closed. She lived on a floor that I could have taken the steps to. I couldn't help but wonder why she didn’t tell me to take the steps. Was it because she didn't want me to be sweaty? If so, would that really matter? I was standing and working for the entire eight hours I was at work. I had a change of clothes, but it wouldn't change the fact that I'd had a physical day and then had to walk in the pouring rain. It was of little importance. As I walked out of the elevator and scanned the hall a short, brown skin woman with long, straight black hair met eyes with me. She wasn't who I'd come to visit, but she was sexy. We smiled at one another and then she went back into her apartment.

I found the door that was cracked open and double checked the apartment number before walking in. “Hola”, - hello in Spanish - I said as walked in. She wasn't in sight, but what I did see immediately was a large mattress on the floor of what I could only assume was the living room. The large mattress had sheets on it, but the bed wasn't done. It was adjacent to a medium sized flat screen TV with a few video game systems just inches from the TV. As I peered around the dim apartment my optical observers took note of an entrance to another room on the other side of the mattress. I saw that the light was on and turned to head towards the room. Then from my far left I heard her greeting. “Hey!”, she exclaimed and before I turned to see her I could already tell that she was smiling.

When I turned India was standing at the doorway near the end of a long hallway. She was wearing a fitted black dress that hugged her slim, dark chocolate body. She was wearing a black wig with red highlights. I noticed it instantly because I am not a fan of wigs unless they are being used for roleplay or something of that nature. The black dress stopped mid-thigh and left a lot of leg showing. However, that view was cut short by a pair of dark gray boots. Her breasts were hard to ignore since they were already large and she had a nice amount of cleavage showing. She walked towards me, all of her teeth showing as she smiled and opened her arms to hug me. We hugged and the huge smile

returned to her face.

“I can't believe you're here”, she said with giddiness in her voice. That makes two of us I thought. I held my tongue and reminded myself that I needed to tread softly.

“You weren't lying, you're pretty wet”, she said.

“Yeah, it's raining pretty hard out there”, I replied.

“Don't worry, go in here and change and then I'll make sure you are comfortable”, she said as she pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hallway she was originally standing in. We walked toward the bathroom together, passing by her bedroom. As I peered nosily around the apartment I could see the enormous smile on her face with my peripheral vision. “Do your thing baby, I'll be in here when you're done”, she said as she opened the door to her bedroom.

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Chapter One


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I was at the first of my two jobs when I texted Venus to see if she still wanted to meet late that night after my shift was done at my second job. She asked me a few days ago to come by after I was completely done with work. Although I'd reminded her that I would get off work around midnight and then have to travel to her, and be up early to pick up my daughter, the next day, she insisted. So days later, knowing that she asked me more than once to consider meeting her, I sent her a text while on lunch break. Since I didn't worry or stress myself when she didn't text back. When I was done at my day job, I decided to send her another text. Just a question mark to see if she'd respond or at least
acknowledge that she received the text. She did this often so that's what I anticipated.

When she didn't respond, I figured she would while I was at my second job. This was based on the assumption that she was working during the day and would be free in the evening. Knowing that was a big possibility, I texted saying that if she responded and I didn't respond immediately it wasn't intentional. The manager on duty that night is extremely against phone usage while at work. I assured her that I would respond as soon as I could. To my benefit, that specific Manager was tied up for most of the shift. He was busy defusing situations for most of the shift. I was able to glance at my phone more often than I originally thought. Each time I received a notification I secretly hoped it was

her. I was tired, and probably wouldn't be able to perform well that night, but I knew my efforts were what mattered most.

Although our situation was far from perfect, and was operating in a state of limbo, I knew that she would appreciate what I was attempting to do. As the night went on I grew impatient. When there was about an hour left in my shift I called her from the job's phone. She, like a few others knew the number and would recognize it when she saw it. She usually answered if I called from there so I assumed she would. The phone rang all the way out and her voice mail came on. I sucked my teeth in disappointment and assumed I'd be ending the night alone at home.

The next and final hour at work was purely comical. My coworkers were joking on each other, sharing funny stories about the shift and mocking each other. We were red with laughter and my mood was reset. As I waited for a friend of mine to change his clothes, I decided to give Venus one last call. I knew it was a long shot, but I figured that I'd lose nothing by calling. The phone rang several times and just before the voicemail came on I heard her pick up. Her voice was raspy and exhausted. I knew she was sleeping and the call had woken her up. I was relieved and couldn't hold back my smile as I said:

“Hey there”.
“Hey…”, she said with her drowsiness oozing through the phone.
“How are you?”, I asked sarcastically.

Catching the hint she conceded and said,

“I know… “I cut her off and asked sarcastically, “Are you good? Cuz you've been MIA all day”.
After offering me a half truth she said, “I know, I'm sorry. I did see your message at like noon when you sent it.”
She fell silent and after a second or two she said, “I purposely didn't respond. I didn't
respond because I can't see you tonight”.
After a chuckle I asked, “If you're busy or gotta be up early you can just say that silly.
You know I don't stress that.”

I figured I'd just see her Sunday night when my daughter went home and was ready to say goodbye.

“I'm not. I'm tired, but that's not why”, she said.
“What's wrong V?”, I asked as I began to grow concerned.
“Nothing”, she paused. “I can't see you tonight. I just can't see you tonight”, she repeated.
“I got that memo already”, I said after a bit of laughter. “But what's up? You good?”, I
asked again.
“Yeah Jay. Tonight isn't good, I can't see you tonight”, she repeated.

My mind couldn't fathom why she kept repeating that. I hadn't asked why, and I hadn't pushed the issue. Yet she kept repeating it.

“.... Okay”, I said confused.
“Yeah, and we should talk. We have to talk.”, she replied.
I couldn't help but laugh. As I did so, a coworker who was sitting a few feet away from
me shot me a look that told me she was intrigued.
“No, for real. We have to talk.”, she repeated.

“Yeah. I heard you, but I'm not having that discussion right now. I'm still at my job, so I'll
talk to you later.”
“Okay….goodnight”, she replied.

As I hung up the phone my friend patted me and asked, “We out?”

“Indeed”, I replied. We walked toward the train station, then parted ways when we got there. As I stood on the platform at 12:35am - Saturday morning now. I couldn't stop

thinking about two things. The first was that it sucked that I had to stand for another twenty minutes after standing for nearly the entire day. The second was that Venus had really disappointed me. Not only had she neglected my efforts, she didn't appreciate them. That is a huge pet peeve of mine. Especially because she is in the comfort of her own home and I'm doing all the work, all the reaching out and all the traveling if this went as planned. Then a pop up window arrived in my brain. The flashing message read,



“THIS WAS HER IDEA! SHE KEPT ASKING”.

My thoughts turned into a moment of clarity and that moment turned into two text

messages. They read:
“I'm sure you went back to sleep already. I apologize for the way I hung up. But I wasn't
about to have the ‘we gotta talk’ discussion in front of my coworkers. I tried to see you as
you requested even though I am on very little sleep, worked both jobs and have to get my
daughter in the morning. I don't know what you want to talk about, but it was a very big
turn of mentally for that to be the first thing you say after ‘I can't c u tonight’.
I'm not even mad, just disappointed and turned of by how you've done things our last few
conversations. Honestly I don't know what's up with you or what you want to discuss.What I do know is, I'm not digging this right now. Again, I'm not mad. Disappointed.”

When I woke up the next morning I had a few text messages. One was her apologizing and her wishing me and my daughter a great weekend together. I saw the text and chose not to answer it. She is several years older than I am and she knows what she did yesterday. She's also been fucking me for a few months and was not new to doing that when we started back a few months ago. In fact, the state of limbo we are in was what she preferred and the exact opposite of what I usually do when talking to someone. As I got ready to leave my apartment and go get my daughter I thought back to everything going on between Venus and I. She'd been so confusing these last few months. She wanted a relationship but had issues committing because of our history. She also knew that I despise being told, “we have to talk”, if we're not going to talk at that moment.



When I left my apartment I called her to settle the matter. She answered and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She spoke about her plans for the weekend, what'd she'd done today and asked what I had planned with my daughter for the weekend. I cut it short, and asked what it was we had to talk about. After some hesitation she began with a long sigh. She gave me a long speech about why we couldn't continue and why she needed to rid herself of me. She went on to say, “Also I'm going to have to put your number on the block list for a while too. ‘Cause if we keep talking we're going to have sex again like we always do. So, that can't happen. Sorry.” She tried her best to sincere but all I could do was laugh.

“Is that all?”, I asked when I stopped laughing.

“Yeah…”, she said. I could tell that she was bracing herself for my response.

“Okay cool. Talk to you later.”, I replied and hung up the phone laughing once again.I had no way of knowing how wild the next three days would be or, how fast things would rise and fall...

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Breaking Out

Two weeks later, Cynthia drove the cats to the cattery for a couple of days. She left the car at

home and took the bus to London, as it was cheaper and she was tired of repairing her car.

On arrival, after a lengthy journey which she spent chatting to an elderly man visiting his daughter,

she went to the bus station toilet and changed into the outfit she had described to Asher, just in case

he didn't recognise the hair from her silhouettes. They still didn't really know what each other

looked like. Maybe he would see her and simply walk away? She wanted him to have that option,

because despite feeling better about herself, she still felt like an oversized and inappropriate gnome.

At length, she heard a surprisingly deep voice behind her.

“Gotcha.”

Cynthia laughed and turned around. He was very tall. She smiled at him.

“It's good to see you.” Asher kissed Cynthia on the cheek. “Let's get you some tea and head back to

mine.”

They didn't speak much, but it was a comfortable silence, and he took her hand at times as they

made their way to his flat.

Once inside, after a shower and more tea, Cynthia stood, partially undressed, as Asher looked her

over. They both laughed at this.

“I think you'll probably do. I might have to spank you quite a bit though.” he rolled one of her

nipples between his fingertips as they stared at each other.

“What did I do?” Cynthia laughed.

“You are a terrible LovePeddler. The very worst.” Asher shook his head.

“How can I be a terrible LovePeddler if I don't ever sleep with anyone? I've been celibate for seven

years?”

“Yeah, well, a good LovePeddler would be putting it out there. That makes you a terrible LovePeddler.” Asher

stifled his urge to smile.

“I see. In that case yes, I probably am a terrible LovePeddler. I see your point.” Cynthia looked studious.

“I shall just have to remind you how to do it.” He twisted the nipple between his fingers.

“That, Asher, could take some time.”

“How appalling.”

“If you accidentally asphyxiate me with your giant knob, please feed my cats.” Cynthia looked

genuinely concerned for a moment. They laughed.

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Asher Exposed

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“No, please, we are at work.” Asher stepped back from the clutches of the consultant. “This is

not appropriate at all.”

Miss Simpson, who had somehow managed to let her hair down from its bun and reach into Asher's

trousers in the same movement looked cross. “So you aren't interested?”

“Even if I was interested, I am at work, and we are busy. Now please, we can discuss this over

coffee if you want. Here is my mobile number if you want to chat about it, but don't do this again.”

He smiled at her awkwardly, handing her his card. “It is very kind of you, but no.”

Miss Simpson was not to be trifled with apparently, although Asher was unaware of having flirted

with her. It was most unfortunate that at that moment the Head Neurological Consultant walked in.

“What on earth? Miss Simpson, wait in my office.”

“Yes, sir.” Miss Simpson was already putting her hair back up as she headed for the door.

“What is going on here Asher?”

“I think there has been some misunderstanding between Miss Simpson and I. Please, I really don't

want any fuss made about it.” Asher did not want to know what the grievance procedure was about

stuff like this.

“She might accuse you. You should make a complaint. You are lucky I saw that. You know what

women are like.”

“Well, yes actually I do, and I have no interest in getting involved in a complaint. Please just leave

it. I am sure she will be very apologetic, if not you can let me know. You witnessed it anyway.”

Asher just wanted to get back to work. “I'm not the sort of person that goes out to damage others

over what is essentially rubbish.”

“If you say so Asher, but don't say I didn't warn you. You should get in there first.”

The Head consultant left and Asher made himself a cup of tea before going back to his desk to

review the scans. How tiresome!

At length the boss returned to say that Miss Simpson had indeed been very apologetic, and repeated

his desire to proceed with a complaint.

“There is nothing between Miss Simpson and I, and there isn't going to be. I do have a life outside

this hospital, and I do not want any stress or upset affecting anyone in this department.” Asher

sighed. “Please leave me alone.”

“Very well, Asher. I hope you aren't making a mistake.”

“I'm pretty sure I'm not. It was a bit random.”

And so Asher thus discovered that animal magnetism was not always a good thing. He thought of Cynthia, and what had just happened to her at the bank. Fired for sending an email and giving

someone a book. What would have happened to her if she had stuck her hand down someone's

trousers, and she wasn't an allegedly responsible hospital consultant? Had the world gone mad?

No wonder she didn't trust anyone. He felt somewhat privileged. He resolved to do something

imaginative with his visible hand in a video to cheer her up, and laughed to himself before turning

to his reports.

After work, he got a text from Miss Simpson to apologize and thank him for not wanting to report

it. He texted back a simple “No problem.” and made his way home to edit his videos.

Once at the computer, he felt unusually naughty, and sent a quick message to Cynthia, who was

offline. They frequently communicated like this, without direct conversation, which was rather

nice.

“I think you want to meet me, and I think I might like to meet you too.”

“I think that's distinctly possible.” Cynthia had been and gone so fast that he didn't catch her

answering. He laughed.

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Cynthia Kicks Ass

“You know, I've never really accepted that I am a little bit dominant.” Cynthia poured her

smoothie from the jug in the kitchen. “It just occurred to me that this is probably why I am always

confused.”

“Everybody else knew, trust me.” Lorne grumbled and returned to his sick chair with another

bowlful of pineapple. Hence, a benign conversation instantly became malignant.

“Here was me thinking I just attracted unusually weak men.” Cynthia snarled. “It's amazing, for

example, how you can manage to feed yourself and yet cannot manage to press the button on a

camera.”

“It's not my fault....” This was Lorne's answer to any question. It was untrue, and they both knew it.

“The opportunity cost of sitting listening to you complain is that I do not meet anybody that might

actually help. This is not helping, strangely enough.”

“It's obviously time I went home.” Lorne started to gather his mess together. Cynthia went upstairs

and cried.

Having dealt with this, Cynthia went on to write to the bank and the financial services company

who were preventing her from working. It probably wouldn't do any good, but at least she felt

better. She then took an agency and a government department to task over their poor management

practices. Again, probably futile, but at least she had done something. She still had some paperwork to do for herself, but this would have to wait.

Endless job applications were taking up most of her time, so none of the physical artwork pieces

could be finished, not least because Cynthia was assiduous about her beautiful house. The film

work could not be done because Lorne didn't care about anybody apart from himself, so she could

not finish that because she did not know anyone, and the academic work she was doing was hugely

impeded by a general lack of confidence caused by years of being harassed by stupid people. Stupid

people, she found, had a very aggressive attitude and liked to pretend not to understand simple

things in order to attack you. Hence, Cynthia had learned that people were generally dangerous and

not to be trusted. It was odd, therefore that she had taken one look at Asher and detected some

unexpected honesty.

She did not bother to analyse this. She had spent years overthinking things in the past, because of

self-doubt or shame, or whatever other excuse she had found. She didn't want to this time. She just

wanted something not to be horrible. This was an odd event in her life, not least because she was

far from an avid porn watcher as a rule. In fact, so absent was she from her own body that it had

entirely closed up before she had taken drastic action with porn and a small vibrator in order to deal

with a sciatic problem.

She wondered what life would have been like had she not taken responsibility for her parents. She

would have been famous and then probably dead, she surmised, since she had worked twenty hours

a day at times in the past. She was certainly healthier than she was at half her age, but was this

useful?

It did seem that an attitude of disposability had become a general principle in the UK. The elderly were disposable. The disabled were disposable. Workers were disposable, to the point that nobody

gave references any more and you were expected to accept anything anybody said to you as if it

were true, even when it was blisteringly obvious that it was not.

The concept of running off with a beautiful porn star was entirely within Cynthia's wide scope of

reference. If supposedly competent people were all incredibly incompetent, and also incapable of

listening, why would it not make sense that a beautiful, bright, caring and honest person was

choosing a life of pornography? Perhaps this had always been the case? Maybe there was some

honour left, hidden for much the same reasons that Cynthia had had to hide?

She was trying to be sparing with her chatter, because she did not want to annoy him. It was nice to have something pleasant to focus on. Here was somebody that might finally understand. Cynthia had never been afraid of odd relationships, despite her morbid fear of allegedly normal people, who were apparently characterized by self-interest, stupidity and aggression.

Despite the medium, this particular porn star had managed to convey a routine calm and gentleness

that Cynthia felt very attracted to, that, and the self-exposure she now habitually practiced to

combat the crippling lack of confidence she had had in the past meant that this new episode did not

surprise her at all.

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“No, I am not at all sure you can draw the conclusion that golden showers are a subset of BDSM.

I know lots of people who for some reason like pee but wouldn't be seen dead with a riding crop or

cuffs. I've never really understood that one myself, I assume it is Freudian. I can understand why

they want to improve the circulation to the bottom, but not really why they want to smell like a

toilet.” Cynthia was examining Asher's records.

“So it is an overlap, you think?” Asher queried.

“Yes, I would say so. There also seem to be lots of them. Scat fans, you don't see many of them,

but pee is very popular.” Cynthia continued to ponder. “I am glad to see face-fucking is so in

vogue. I horrified one of the more adventurous exs when I came up with that one.”

“Face-fucking was your idea? You must be really old?” Asher laughed.

“I didn't mean it like that. I didn't watch porn at the time, and I dreamt it up to deal with the

unpleasant gagging noises.” Cynthia wrinkled her nose.

“The gagging noises are adorable!”

“Seriously, why?”

“Ah I think it is between the fact effort is being made to give pleasure, and the thought of one's

giant member being stuck in your throat so that you are forced to swallow.” Asher was again

laughing. “Nobody told you the gagging noises were nice?”

“I was always rather confused that they weren't mentioned at all? I always insisted on the safety

pillow though. I'm very health and safety conscious.” Cynthia assumed a prim expression at her

computer. “A handy pillow is always useful for elevating different bits too.”

“I will have to think about that. So, what did you think of today's videos?” Asher looked at the

lengthening list of statistics. “BBW Janet?”

“I think a nice lathery scene with a pot scrubber or large sponge of some sort for her bottom. That

was most unfortunate.” Cynthia pictured herself chasing porn stars with a large fluffy powder puff

to present pretty bottoms to the world. Why did they all insist on shaving everything? She had

never seen so many pimples. She could wear her Victorian underwear for that job, she thought. “So

pretty, and yet so sulky.”

Asher was in stitches. “I'm not trying to make art movies.”

“I want to see luxurious soapiness on Janet's bottom. A pot scrubber, because it would make for

imaginative domination. A slow dribbling of lather, followed by patting dry and a good firm pussy

spanking.” Cynthia was adamant. “And longer videos to attract more girls please. Ladies need 30

minutes.” She remained firm. “Maybe a compilation or two? Just for the length of video I mean?

Perhaps a longer one of Cheating Milf Mila? She was unusually talented.”

“I'll see what I can do.” Asher chuckled and signed out to go to the theatre with his mother So odd

and yet so affectionate. What a strange lady? So intense.

“I saw you, the other day. In Amersham. What were you doing there?” His mother looked at him

closely.

“Ah the walk of shame, I suspect.” Asher was only half lying, as he had been there for a morning

appointment with one of his ladies, but he felt the idea that he had stayed the night following a date

might be easier to explain. He was by no means a natural liar, but one had to make some

concessions for the sake of peace, he felt.



“You are seeing someone? Is she nice? Is she a good Hindu?”

“No, no, and no. It was a one-off. Do I have to date only good Hindu girls?” Asher looked

despondent.

“No, of course you can date whomever you want. Just be careful, you don't know who's out there.”

his mother fretted.

Asher laughed. “I'll be careful, mama, don't worry. How is father?”

“A bit subdued, since the trip. Thank you for coming tonight, he doesn't want to go out much these

days.” his mother frowned. “I don't know what's wrong with him. He is not quite depressed, but

he is certainly not engaging well with me.” Being a psychiatrist, Asher's mother was very on top of

all problems relating to mental health.

“Perhaps you should take a holiday. The uncertainty might do him good.” Asher sensed that his

father was restless. Perhaps it was he who was having the affair, since she had been so quick to

suggest it as the reason for his divorce.

“Would you want to come with me? That might be fun. We could go to Paris.”

“We could, but it might be better if he thinks you are with someone else?” Asher gently pushed the

point home to her, looking at her.

“I see what you mean, yes. I could hedge my bets and take Vibhuti?”

“No mother, really. Take some time for yourself. These things are important. Why not try

somewhere more exotic and unexpected?”

“Aha, yes I see where we are going with this. I should book a suite in the Maldives or something.”

“Yes, mother. You could go the whole hog and book a whole house somewhere random.” Asher's

idea was growing. “Meet some new people, live it up a little. Buy some inappropriate clothing.”

“You are so much fun Asher. I will let you know where I'm going.” his mother smiled.

“It is better than a divorce, if you want to avoid it.”

“But it's OK for you?” She teased her newly chilled out and wise son.

“Different situation. I am not splitting with Vishaka because I am bored, or because there is

anything wrong with her. I am splitting with her because I am not the right man for her.” Asher

only realised this as it came out of his mouth. He almost felt noble.

“What about Cape Verde?” his mother had apparently not noticed his nobility. “It is full of huge

black men. That will shake him!”

“Fabulous, a Tuesday flight from Manchester, rarely full. I happen to know that.” Asher smiled.

“As soon as possible, whilst he cannot complain because he has just spent a month in India.”

“I shall get onto it as soon as I get home!” she appeared to have cheered up markedly.

“Sometimes it is better to take action rather than wait for other people to do it, mama.” Asher felt

very old and clever as he kissed his mother goodbye.

Cynthia had left a message, when he returned to his computer. She was not online.

“Perhaps a logo and some butt plugs. It will make it much better with the mothers and solve the

thumb issue for the moment. I can make you a logo if you want?”

“Affectionate, and thoughtful! You are a charming lady.” Asher wondered whether he should say

it, and smiled as he decided against it for the moment. He had another long day tomorrow.

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Geekier than thou[size=8pt][/size]

“No, I am not at all sure you can draw the conclusion that golden showers are a subset of BDSM.

I know lots of people who for some reason like pee but wouldn't be seen dead with a riding crop or

cuffs. I've never really understood that one myself, I assume it is Freudian. I can understand why

they want to improve the circulation to the bottom, but not really why they want to smell like a

toilet.” Cynthia was examining Asher's records.

“So it is an overlap, you think?” Asher queried.

“Yes, I would say so. There also seem to be lots of them. Scat fans, you don't see many of them,

but pee is very popular.” Cynthia continued to ponder. “I am glad to see face-fucking is so in

vogue. I horrified one of the more adventurous exs when I came up with that one.”

“Face-fucking was your idea? You must be really old?” Asher laughed.

“I didn't mean it like that. I didn't watch porn at the time, and I dreamt it up to deal with the

unpleasant gagging noises.” Cynthia wrinkled her nose.

“The gagging noises are adorable!”

“Seriously, why?”

“Ah I think it is between the fact effort is being made to give pleasure, and the thought of one's

giant member being stuck in your throat so that you are forced to swallow.” Asher was again

laughing. “Nobody told you the gagging noises were nice?”

“I was always rather confused that they weren't mentioned at all? I always insisted on the safety

pillow though. I'm very health and safety conscious.” Cynthia assumed a prim expression at her

computer. “A handy pillow is always useful for elevating different bits too.”

“I will have to think about that. So, what did you think of today's videos?” Asher looked at the

lengthening list of statistics. “BBW Janet?”

“I think a nice lathery scene with a pot scrubber or large sponge of some sort for her bottom. That

was most unfortunate.” Cynthia pictured herself chasing porn stars with a large fluffy powder puff

to present pretty bottoms to the world. Why did they all insist on shaving everything? She had

never seen so many pimples. She could wear her Victorian underwear for that job, she thought. “So

pretty, and yet so sulky.”

Asher was in stitches. “I'm not trying to make art movies.”

“I want to see luxurious soapiness on Janet's bottom. A pot scrubber, because it would make for

imaginative domination. A slow dribbling of lather, followed by patting dry and a good firm pussy

spanking.” Cynthia was adamant. “And longer videos to attract more girls please. Ladies need 30

minutes.” She remained firm. “Maybe a compilation or two? Just for the length of video I mean?

Perhaps a longer one of Cheating Milf Mila? She was unusually talented.”

“I'll see what I can do.” Asher chuckled and signed out to go to the theatre with his mother So odd

and yet so affectionate. What a strange lady? So intense.

“I saw you, the other day. In Amersham. What were you doing there?” His mother looked at him

closely.

“Ah the walk of shame, I suspect.” Asher was only half lying, as he had been there for a morning

appointment with one of his ladies, but he felt the idea that he had stayed the night following a date

might be easier to explain. He was by no means a natural liar, but one had to make some

concessions for the sake of peace, he felt.



“You are seeing someone? Is she nice? Is she a good Hindu?”

“No, no, and no. It was a one-off. Do I have to date only good Hindu girls?” Asher looked

despondent.

“No, of course you can date whomever you want. Just be careful, you don't know who's out there.”

his mother fretted.

Asher laughed. “I'll be careful, mama, don't worry. How is father?”

“A bit subdued, since the trip. Thank you for coming tonight, he doesn't want to go out much these

days.” his mother frowned. “I don't know what's wrong with him. He is not quite depressed, but

he is certainly not engaging well with me.” Being a psychiatrist, Asher's mother was very on top of

all problems relating to mental health.

“Perhaps you should take a holiday. The uncertainty might do him good.” Asher sensed that his

father was restless. Perhaps it was he who was having the affair, since she had been so quick to

suggest it as the reason for his divorce.

“Would you want to come with me? That might be fun. We could go to Paris.”

“We could, but it might be better if he thinks you are with someone else?” Asher gently pushed the

point home to her, looking at her.

“I see what you mean, yes. I could hedge my bets and take Vibhuti?”

“No mother, really. Take some time for yourself. These things are important. Why not try

somewhere more exotic and unexpected?”

“Aha, yes I see where we are going with this. I should book a suite in the Maldives or something.”

“Yes, mother. You could go the whole hog and book a whole house somewhere random.” Asher's

idea was growing. “Meet some new people, live it up a little. Buy some inappropriate clothing.”

“You are so much fun Asher. I will let you know where I'm going.” his mother smiled.

“It is better than a divorce, if you want to avoid it.”

“But it's OK for you?” She teased her newly chilled out and wise son.

“Different situation. I am not splitting with Vishaka because I am bored, or because there is

anything wrong with her. I am splitting with her because I am not the right man for her.” Asher

only realised this as it came out of his mouth. He almost felt noble.

“What about Cape Verde?” his mother had apparently not noticed his nobility. “It is full of huge

black men. That will shake him!”

“Fabulous, a Tuesday flight from Manchester, rarely full. I happen to know that.” Asher smiled.

“As soon as possible, whilst he cannot complain because he has just spent a month in India.”

“I shall get onto it as soon as I get home!” she appeared to have cheered up markedly.

“Sometimes it is better to take action rather than wait for other people to do it, mama.” Asher felt

very old and clever as he kissed his mother goodbye.

Cynthia had left a message, when he returned to his computer. She was not online.

“Perhaps a logo and some butt plugs. It will make it much better with the mothers and solve the

thumb issue for the moment. I can make you a logo if you want?”

“Affectionate, and thoughtful! You are a charming lady.” Asher wondered whether he should say

it, and smiled as he decided against it for the moment. He had another long day tomorrow.

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Went to woo a porn star.

By Ina Disguise

Cyn City (Chapter 4)

“So what do you like about this guy exactly?” Lorne looked confused and a little disgusted.

“He's beautiful.”

“I just see an Indian dude hitting people with a belt and pissing on them. What do you see?” Lorne

was bewildered. “I didn't get it with Little Shiva, and I don't get it with this guy? Little Shiva

looked like an overdressed yob with big lips and this guy – you can only see half of him anyway?”

“Oh right, OK.

The musculature on his back indicates that he has studied. I know this because one

of the exs had a similar issue at 23 and this guy has a similarly 'aging' back at 38. I know I have a

genetic advantage in that respect and always overworked so I don't have it, but together with the

other information, that of his outstandingly well-toned pectorals and very well turned hands and

arms, tells me that despite the lengthy studying, he now works standing up and using his arms and

hands a lot. The beautifully maintained and very strong hands tell me that he isn't a yob, and

although he is careful about the pixellation on his face, the curve of his chest in one of the videos

also indicates that he isn't an idiot and is used to commanding a certain amount of respect. When he

is whipping them with a belt, he does this lovely little jump which tells me that he is happy and

relaxed, and the way he uses his feet is also unusual and rather pleasant. I hate feet generally but

his don't upset me at all. I think, in fact, that I hate feet because other people hate feet. He doesn't

hate feet.”

“What about his cock?” Lorne was confused that this had not been mentioned, since evidently this

would feature heavily in the videos.

“It has a lovely variation in colouration between milk and slightly mouldy dark chocolate, but I

don't pay too much attention to it in comparison with the body hair coverage, which is just

gorgeous. I don't really think about sex directly at all, oddly enough, I would just like to wriggle

about next to him and laugh, which I guess is more dangerous in a way?” Cynthia had evidently

thought about this quite a lot. “I mean, evidently wriggling about and laughing ends up with sex at

some point, but the wriggling and laughing bit is the only bit that actually matters at the moment.”

“What do you think he does for a living then?” Lorne was fascinated by Cynthia's focus.

“Possibly a lecturer or a medical person? I don't know. I suppose he could be anything from a chef

to a lawyer really. I'm thinking about the muscle structure again. Does it matter? He's a porn star

as far as we are concerned. Let's just stick to that. Besides which, none of those things are what

makes him beautiful.”

“So what makes him beautiful?”

“Honesty. Ingenuity, having dreamt up this idea in the first place. Not wanting anything he isn't

given. He is very calm and down to earth. All of those things make him special and beautiful.”

Cynthia's face remained impassive, but Lorne detected that she was noticing that she was upset.

“Look at all these silhouettes I did.”

“Some of them are quite naughty.”

“I like how strong they look. I feel much better about being a little sturdy thing.” Cynthia had been

making cartoon silhouettes of herself all week. “I like how my creative brain is working on this.”

“Who else have you been talking to?”

“A lovely 18 year old virgin whom I advised to take up a different career, because he is a labourer

and very scared of women because he doesn't meet any. A naturist who likes to talk about art and

the outdoors. A Geordie dude who is also very nice, but I think he is probably married and on the

fly. A Moroccan who is obsessed with anal. Two very young men who are making quite serious

attempts to hook up with me.”

“That all sounds terribly civilised.”

“Yes, there are far fewer nut jobs on Pornbub than on Faceblock actually. Fewer dick pics, oddly

enough too.” Cynthia smiled. “A lot of them just want a chat. I got a long list of things some dude

wanted to do to me the other day and I advised him to take a lot of zinc, which led to a conversation

about all the food with zinc in it, and why one needs a lot of zinc if producing a lot of semen.”

“You are mothering porn fans.” Lorne warned, laughing a little. “You are so funny when you don't

mean to be.”

“Gee, thanks. I like to think of it as practical and caring.” Cynthia grimaced.

“It is practical and caring, mum.” Lorne teased. “Are you thinking of seeing any of them?”

“Not yet. I have some stuff to finish first. I might though, they seem nice and I need a cameraman.

Do you like my djellaba?” Cynthia pirouetted in her pointy hooded woollen kaftan.

“Like an evil druid elf. You are getting more and more eccentric.”

“On recent experience, that can only be a good thing. I do seem to be becoming slightly more

dominant than of late, which is also a good thing. Life has been out of control for too long.”

Copyright Ina Disguise 2018.

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A Phoenix rising from the Asher

Asher whistled a happy tune as he wandered down the road. He did wonder a little about the

strange woman online. It had been only three months since he had started his 'adventures in porn'.

Nobody had ever just appeared and said he was beautiful, so he rather liked it. What a strange time

for it to happen though?

His fans online tended to be congratulating him on mining his source of

'white whores' which he found on one hand faintly offensive, and on the other quite amusing. He

didn't personally care what color they were. He just liked girls, and this was an excellent way of

finding out what they wanted without too much ado.



She had mentioned his hand, and he had noticed that since then, he was noticing it more. How odd,

to find yourself thinking whimsical thoughts about somebody you couldn't see and hadn't met,

whilst in the process of bonking someone right in front of you? It was fascinating, how one's mind

worked. He determined that this was worth taking note of, since this was part of what had bothered

him about being married. He had drawn the conclusion that conventional love was a trap, and now

here was this odd moment saying that it was perhaps a gate? Who knew that someone would

approach you on the basis of your mind whilst you were producing anonymous porn videos? All

she could see of him was one hand, legs, the sporadic foot, and of course his genitals.

People are very strange, he thought, but how nice! He was learning a lot! His hand was a symbol,

he reckoned. He wondered what a hand meant to her? What could his hand be saying?

She was staying away from him he noticed, he was a little curious about it, but she had said she was

working on something. Hopefully he would find out soon. Today was Sunday, so time for the kids.

“Hello Asher” Vishaka looked wary. He kissed her cheek and smiled.

“I hope you are well?” Asher looked slightly apologetic. “I am sorry I couldn't babysit.”

“Vibhuti did it, it's OK.” Vishaka smiled shyly. Asher did not detect annoyance. He was relieved.

“I would like to go out for the afternoon, Asher, if that is OK?

“Yes, yes that is ideal. I will make them lunch. They can join in, I brought salad.” he waved the

shopping bag at her.

“Fabulous. Thank you Asher, and I hope you are OK? Not too lonely in your flat?” Again she

looked genuinely friendly. Asher guessed that the break-up had been a relief for her too. They

hadn't really had a chance to get to know each other whilst producing their duty brood. It all seemed

a bit polite, however. A little cool.

“No, it is fine, and am I right to think we are both on the same page?”

“It's fine Asher, it really is.” Vishaka met his eyes and smiled. “It would have been nice for it to

have worked out between us, but these things happen. I'm sorry you had to stop working.”

“Good.” He took his bag through to the kitchen. “See you this evening sometime? No need to

rush, I'll handle it.”



“The sitter is coming at eight anyway. I didn't want to cramp your style!” Vishaka smiled and

almost skipped out of the door with a knapsack in her hand.



Asher smiled and shook his head. The children were playing rather noisily upstairs. He decided to

spend some time with them and the toys before lunch.

Some time later, following a delightful few hours of making messes with vegetables and stains

with turmeric, he found himself playing Twister with his small giggling children and quite enjoying

it. He was getting on better with them too, he found, since he had become less stressed.

Eight o'clock came around faster than expected, although the children were already dressed for bed

when the sitter arrived. She was a mother herself, and always seemed to Asher to be a little

neglected.

“Hello sir.” This caused Asher to become slightly aroused. He blushed a little as he ushered her in.

“Hello, thank you so much for coming so promptly. They are ready for bed, just watching a film.”

He noticed the sitter eyeing him up somewhat hungrily. “I am sure we will meet again.” he smiled

naughtily as he gathered his things. He kissed the children. “See you next week.”

“Bye daddy!”

He extricated himself and set off to his flat. He couldn't possibly bonk the sitter, he thought. Since

taking up his new hobby, he had found submissives in the most surprising places. Ladies of all ages

that he had thought couldn't possibly even notice him would suddenly undo a button on their blouse,

tug at their hair, or give some other indication that his maleness had been acknowledged. It was

most surprising, and quite enjoyable. Almost like having an entirely new body. He was not

invisible any more.

Heart swollen with contentment, he allowed the waves of well-being to carry him back to his flat,

whereupon he finalised his arrangements for the following morning. A delightful and somewhat

chatty redhead.



“I'm going to suck your big brown cock!” she exclaimed when she saw it. “Gosh it's big! Are you

going to put that big brown cock into me! How marvellous! Just wait! One minute until I get the

angle just right!”

She did not stop talking throughout, which rather disconcerted him, but it was comedic genius. It is

extremely difficult to dominate someone who cannot stop talking. He guessed it was a skill he

would have to learn. He stifled his giggles all day. It was nice to spread a little joy.

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Cynthia

Cynthia was small, fat, and incredibly glamorous, apparently effortlessly. She bought the cheapest
clothes she could find, was usually in combat trousers and a hoodie, and had a deeply unfashionable
raw food diet, which made her glow like a beacon.
She was also, despite her mother's recent death, usually the most cheerful person in any given room,
which usually got her fired. She had been fired this year three times, not once because of her work.
Once, because her bosses were American, and believed that the corporation should determine your
politics, at least in public, because that is what they had been told to believe.
The second time, it was because a manager had mistaken her for a naïve submissive, and his wish to
place his genitals in her mouth was so great that he could not manage a conversation, therefore he
spent his time trying to find methods of frightening her in the hope that she would seek his
protection. He finally managed it by getting his co-worker, a beautiful Hindu man, to make repeated
complaints about Cynthia breathing, speaking, moving, or anything else he could dream up until the
company got fed up listening to it and permanently destroyed any possibility of her working for
them again.
The final time she wasn't strictly fired, but refused to return to work because a female manager was
jealous of her, and had tried to depress her into being ordinary by making complaints about her,
again not work related. Cynthia did not like that. Cynthia planned to spend the rest of her life
persuading people to be more like her, and less like them. Cynthia devoted some time to kicking the
manager into touch, without risking depression by actually being there.
And so it was that Cynthia reached the age of 48 thoroughly pissed off with convention. She was a
small, shy, grieving shiny bauble to be smashed by anyone who felt like it.
“No, I tried voyeurism and it was terribly boring. I do have really weird ideas though, always
have had.” Cynthia looked back at her embroidery.

“Well, I kind of gathered that, you were the shyest and most unlikely polyamorist I know.” Lorne
went back to the casserole pot for his fourth helping. “This vegetable thing is amazing. I don't even
like vegetables.”
“You should have a rather flatulent night, and then you will feel a lot better. I think you should
probably try the vibrator trick though.”
“Stick it up my ass and go to sleep you mean?”
“Yeah I am a bit tired of you stinking out the car. It is a bit of a bore driving around with all the
windows open.” Cynthia grimaced. “You might sleep better. Then I won't have to listen to you
whinging as well as exuding the vile smell of rancid meat. Anyway, I am a retired polyamorist.
You can't be a polyamorist with no partners.” She smiled into her sewing. “I wonder if a vibrating
butt plug or egg thing might help you?”
“Dear God, no. They all assume I'm gay as it is. A butt plug won't help.” Lorne looked aghast.
“How many people are you showing your ass to?”
“Um, true. What if I get run over?”

“Ah, the clean underwear argument. The likelihood of you being run over is significantly reduced
by the fact you never go out, Lorne, so I think you will be fine.” Cynthia selected another colour
from her wool box. “Anyway, I shall be dropping you off at your home today, I want to go and
whisper sweet nothings to my lovely pet porn star.”
“You are a very strange girl, aren't you?”
“No, I think this fits perfectly with my historic thoughts about relationships actually. Perhaps I am
in development mode.” Cynthia put her sewing down. “I don't suppose I have ever told you, have
I?”
“No, we didn't really talk about things like that.” Lorne looked a bit guilty.
“What would have been the point? Our relationship has always been about other things. I was with
one boyfriend who didn't even know what music I liked for two years, so I frequently find that the
people I waste time on know nothing about me. Why do you suppose that is?”
“I'm guessing because you don't actually talk that much.” Lorne looked sheepish. Evidently he was
in the guilty phase of his emotional cycle, preceding the usual victim phase he seemed to enjoy.
Cynthia was used to it.
“How big of you to notice.” Cynthia looked back into the wool bag, and selected a new shade. She
was working on a chair, a beautiful crescent was forming on the top.
“Don't you think it is a wee bit minaret-like for a Hindu?”
“Who cares? Little Shiva would complain anyway, he only knows how to destroy things and
whine, apparently. He has no Parvati, that is what is wrong with him. I can't help him with that.”
Cynthia was referring to the rather nasty young man who had assisted the manager on job number
two to achieve her come-uppance for not wanting to spend her life in Yorkshire being molested by a
giant. She was now banned from working for a bank, a financial services company, and a contract
agency as a result.
“Are you going to tell me your weird ideas about relationships then?”


“I don't see the point, Lorne. We have been friends for nearly two decades now, despite the obvious
reasons why we shouldn't have bothered. It is not like it is suddenly going to turn into a romance
now, is it?” Cynthia finished the basketweave section of her sewing, and began to sculpt an
enormous rope along the side.
“They're all racist anyway. You think its only white people that are racist?” Lorne looked slightly
cross.
“You think I don't know a racist when I come across one? The game is to jump up and down on the
line in the hope of breaking it. That's if you care enough to bother. I take people as I find them, and
generally speaking, that makes me dangerously progressive. It's always worth completely ignoring
negatives. Little Shiva was beautiful.”
“Little Shiva was perfectly ordinary, I've seen the pictures. He doesn't even sound very bright.”
“Well, it's all over with now, isn't I?. He came, he saw, he destroyed. I am sure his horrible wife
will be very happy with him, the next time, and the time after that, now that he knows he isn't
happy. If only he had mentioned her rather than degrading me, this could have been avoided but too
bad, how sad.” Cynthia was finding it difficult to speak, she was so close to tears. Lorne decided to
change the subject.
“So, now, what about the porn star?” Lorne hoped that this would cheer her up. She seemed
happier with strange things.
“He's very kind. I don't trust people with shame issues any more. He clearly doesn't have them.”
“He makes a living bonking people?”

“So what? How many relationships have I had based on sex? The whole deal about having a bunch
of exs around for years was that the sex wasn't the point at all. You think a porn star gets home
from work and wants to bonk?” Cynthia glanced over, faintly irritated.
“I don't suppose he does. It wouldn't bother you, then?” Lorne frowned.
“Not really, no. I just want somebody to talk to that isn't full of shit. I've met a lot of people who
have appeared to be sane this year, and none of them were. Venal and worthless, as an apparent
rule. I think it must be TV that is doing it to them. I can't think what else they are doing that I'm
not.”
“It's not TV anymore, its Netflix.” Lorne laughed.
“Pumping their heads full of selfish self-limiting bile. Same difference.” Cynthia handed Lorne her
work to hold up and walked to the other side of the room, looking over the colour blend. “Ok yeah,
that's working. I wonder what I will come up with for the porn star?” She returned to her seat,
taking the shell of the chair from Lorne. “Oh yes, I could do that lovely big footstool with the
wheels. That would be extremely useful if you were having a lot of sex.”
“Are you planning to have a lot of sex?”
“I suppose I could if I wanted to? What would happen to the artwork though?” Cynthia turned the
chair shell over in her hands, chopping off a bunch of lopsided loops to reveal a gob of perfectly
differentiated colour, almost as if she had blobbed it on like paint. “I'm not really over Little Shiva.”
“I know. He's a fool, though, and a dangerous fool at that.”
“He certainly needs to get away from that sadist and probably his wife, but I feel more protective
than anything else. He is a poor soul. I can't help him.” Cynthia repeated, looking glum. “Shame is
like a disease with some people. I'm talking to the mosque at the moment, by the way.”
“What on earth are you talking to the mosque about? Is that wise?” Lorne looked alarmed. Like
most people who aren't Muslim, he found Islam terrifying.

“I am proposing to do a piece of work involving some rather challenging issues, and I want to be
sure that I have taken advice.” Cynthia looked resolute. “I also need a cameraman, and you won't
do it.” she looked reproachful. Lorne was suitably chastened. “I'm fed up being held back. Look at
that lovely porn star. If he sat and overthought that, he wouldn't be doing it. I admire his spunk.”
Cynthia doubled over with giggles.
“I'll bet.” Lorne tightly smiled. He preferred to do the jokes. Cynthia wisely ignored him.
Three hours later, Cynthia dropped Lorne off at his home and returned to hoover, feed the cats, tidy
up and talk to her lovely new friend.
“Hello.” the chat box blinked. “Joanna was a bit glum, wasn't she?” Cynthia was referring to a costar
of her new friend.
“Uff, hungover I think.” Hornydevil231 replied. “I am not sure how people get through life having
such bad sex without drinking, at least.” Cynthia imagined him rolling his theoretically beautiful
eyes.
“You know, I think all prospective brides should be restrained and sit-in on the groom's bonking. It
is one of my many idiosyncrasies.”
“How odd? Why?” Hornydevil321 was astonished at this admission.
“Because all men lie, and usually sex is involved somewhere along the line. They appear to be at a
natural disadvantage. If you accept the disadvantage, then there is nothing to fight about.”
Cynthia typed very fast, he noted, but he was forced to admit that she was probably right. If one
could simply tell the truth with impunity, however, would there be no privacy? In his culture, the
problem was always extended family. You couldn't tell anybody anything without it coming back,
embellished via some cousin. Then the other family might become involved, there would be a huge
quarrel, probably involving money or business, it was all terribly exhausting and stressful. If the
problem was an errant partner, why not remove the problem at the root, so to speak?
Having said that, women were often unfaithful too, he met them all the time in his line of work, so
he felt a little affronted at Cynthia placing blame at the male door. He felt he ought to object.
“Women are cheats too.” he started, feeling a little put out.

“Gosh yes, I know, but speaking as a very faithful person, I tend to forget altogether. I think a bit of
dominance solves that problem, so I'm really making a majority statement rather than a
generalisation I think?” Cynthia was probing to see if Hornydevil231 could come up with an even
better answer to it. She wondered if he would know. “Perhaps it could depend on the situation?”
“People often don't know for a long time though. They change. What if all the guy wants is to
worship his wife's luscious feet, and he doesn't know until his forties, for example?”
Hornydevil231 was delighted with his equally fetishistic response. What would she say next?
“Well I think we can see from this site, that people deal with that all the time. I certainly wouldn't
come up with that, although I can imagine being quite pleased if someone else did. I was just
thinking from the perspective of youth, I guess? Men tend to be lustier and less trustworthy in
youth, and need prodding into life after 45 or so. I think nature probably takes care of that better
than social convention. My friend Lorne says that all men are really for is fighting and fucking.”
“He is probably right about that, although we express it more in financial terms these days. I am
more interested in which elements of submission that women choose though, in case you hadn't
already gathered that.” Hornydevil231 chuckled. “I keep statistics, in fact, if you are interested?”
“Golly yes I would love to see those.” Cynthia was wild with excitement. “How marvellous!”
“I may delineate by country, eventually, too, but I don't have enough yet. What age were you when
you knew you were a bit, um, kinky?”
“About 5. I spanked my female friend.” Cynthia remembered this with some embarrassment. “It
runs pretty deep. How much fun is your job?”


“On here? It is charming. I get to meet a wide variety of women, and I like women. They don't
scare me any more, at least.”
“They scared you before?” Cynthia was surprised. He seemed so urbane.
“They made me very nervous. Now I find that I am calmer, I seem to be more attractive. Humans
are complicated.” Hornydevil231 mused “You should do something similar, maybe have some
naughty casual sex?”
“I should, but I probably won't. People are scary.” Cynthia did not like to admit this. “They always
find ways of causing problems.” She tugged at her bloomers, pulling the frill down below the top of
her boots, trying to focus on the blinking cursor that indicated him typing an answer.
“Problems?”
“It's probably best I don't talk about it.” Cynthia felt a tear. She turned the music up, which always
seemed to help. “I find ignoring them entirely makes me more attractive, personally.”
“Aloof.”
“Not really. Terrified would be closer to the mark, but don't tell anyone, they don't know.” Cynthia
laughed. “Just keep wearing the shades and dancing like you just don't care, that's my motto.”

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Went to Woo a Porn Star written by Ina Disguise.

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Brimful of Asher (Chapter 1)

“Look at my hand, mama.” Asher held out his right hand. It was perfectly still.

“Yes, they are not shaking anymore. But what about the children?” his mother fretted and frowned

at him. “Would it not be better to take the consultant's job in Scotland and not go through with the

divorce?”

“I'm a neurosurgeon, mama. Would you want me to waste years of training to sit behind a desk?

Some people shouldn't get married. I told you before you brought Vishaka from India. She has the

house, the children, an excellent supply of money. All I want is my little flat and my freedom.

Can't I just have that?” he rubbed his thigh as he looked at his mother quizzically.



“Oh Asher. You were always such a good boy, but families should stay together.” The tall and

rather glamorous psychiatrist shook her head. “Vishaka needs you. The children need a father.”

“Vishaka needs me like she needs a hole in the head. She has friends now, and the children. They

are all much better off if I see them on Sunday and live my life, mama. They were driving me crazy.



I can't live a lie. It's not for me.”

“I think you will regret it.”



“You let me worry about that, mama. I'm just happy to perform surgery again.” Asher picked up his

mug of tea. “You wouldn't want me to have to lie to her, would you?”

“You shouldn't have to lie.” Asher's mother looked faintly horrified. “What on earth do you mean?”

“Some things just aren't compatible with marriage.”



“You weren't having an affair? What do I tell her parents?” Her eyes widened.

“No, I wasn't having an affair, mama. I was going crazy. Life is not crazy now, and I have my

hands back.” Asher smiled at his mother. “Now I can take care of Vishaka and the children

properly and relax, and she can spend time with her friends. Maybe she will meet someone better.”

He meant taking care of her financially, of course, which his mother would not agree with, but life

was so much better now. “I will see you next month, mama. Give my regards to dad, when he gets

back from Delhi.”

“Yes, darling, of course.” Asher's mother was glad to see him so much more relaxed, despite her

misgivings about the divorce. She rubbed his back as she followed him to the door. “Love you,

baba.”

“Love you too, mama.” Asher smiled and went out to his car, an old jaguar he had retained from his

illustrious past.



Asher, a formerly shy and disassociated man due to the rigors of his lengthy medical training,

was now so at peace with himself that he was able to follow a strict daily routine. First he would

adjust the angles of all the items in his flat until they were just right. Then he would put on his

tracksuit bottoms and his flip flops with a suitably scruffy t shirt, a look he had borrowed from the

man who sat behind the counter at the local corner shop, go for his morning swim, enjoy a coffee

with his newspaper before meeting with a different lady every morning.


The lady would then tell him her requirements and he would provide them, filming the results. By lunchtime, he would

upload his edited videos from the previous day and then he would don his suit and stroll into his

hospital department feeling relaxed and refreshed and ready to face his day.

Generally he would be finished by late afternoon, and he would recheck his channel, enjoy the work

of his online colleagues and arrange to meet more ladies in the days ahead. He was an entirely

more relaxed man, a feature noted by his colleagues.



“Asher, my boy, it is good to have you back.” Asher's elderly surgical forbear warmly greeted him.



“Those hands back to their best, I hear?” The old man smiled.

“Yes, it is good to be able to concentrate.”

“I used to have a little ritual that helped me. I used to throw dice across the office and write down

the numbers until I could see straight.” the old surgeon twinkled. “Did you find your little ritual?”

“I think I can safely say I have a ritual that works, sir, but I couldn't possibly say what that is.”

Asher smiled back.

“That's my boy.” the old man laughed. “Anything I can help you with just let me know.”

“Thank you, sir.” Asher proceeded to his clinic. He had a particularly serious case of aneurysms to

look at today.

“No Vishaka, I'm sorry, I cannot take the children tomorrow, I am fully booked.” Asher felt bad

for not taking them, but he knew his nerves wouldn't take it. He had done his duty by her, he

reasoned, she could easily afford a babysitter if she needed one, and he didn't want to start shaking

again. She railed at him, her voice rattling his ear down the phone.

“I cannot cancel. I will see them on Sunday.” Asher squeezed his eyes shut. “Call Vibhuti if you

have to.” He ended the call, feeling a little selfish, but noting that his heart rate had returned to

normal.



He returned to editing his videos, a painstaking and surprisingly time-consuming job he liked to do

in the evening when his flat was warm. Pixellating his face and removing any extensive chatting

was always important, as was checking on the channel comments, some a bit misogynistic, some

racist, some telling him how brilliant he was. His little channel was building up, he was cautiously

pleased with his progress. He checked the picture for the lady he was due to meet the following

day. She looked pleasant. Long, dark red hair. Pretty, a little plump, which he quite liked, but really

he liked them all, especially now he was less nervous around them.





The next morning he went around the small art items in the flat, dusting and positioning them,

taking account of the morning light, donned his usual disguise, and went for his swim. The lady

behind the counter smiled at him. He smiled back, changed, did his 50 lengths, a few stretches and

went into town for today's date. He did not have quite enough time for his coffee today.

The lady had given him an address in North East London, which was not far, but her requirements

so far indicated that she needed at least two hours, which was unusually long.

Once off the bus, he went into a newsagent and bought a large bottle of water, which he drank as he

walked along the street. He hoped that this would be enough, since he had not had his coffee this

morning. Perhaps a diuretic might be useful? He opted for more water, since he was probably

dehydrated from the swim.



As he reached the address she had given him, he realised that she had invited him to her home.

They sometimes did this, but he really preferred the ones that travelled in, that stayed in hotels.

This ensured that he would not hear from them again, as he really preferred not to.

He rang the doorbell, noting the messy film of black oil on the letterbox. He hoped that it was

cleaner inside. She came to the door. She looked just like the picture. She motioned him inside,

fiddling with her dressing gown.

“Are you ready?”

“I think I can probably start with your last requirement.” Asher smiled at her. “If that suits?”

“Oh yes, thank you! I have so been looking forward to this!” She beamed. “I can't wait!” She motioned him to the shower unit, removed her dressing gown, crouched down in the cubicle and

looked up at him.

“OK, open your mouth please.” Asher looked at her sternly, pulled down his tracksuit bottoms and

positioned his camera. She opened her mouth. Asher preceded to carefully micturate into it. She

did not spill a drop, although her mouth was, at times, very full.

“Very good. Now we can go to the bedroom.” She came out of the cubicle almost prancing, led

him to her untidy room. “Would you mind terribly applying the back of the hairbrush to my bottom

now?”

“We can do that if you wish.”



The paradox of this transaction was that Asher had to do as they asked, despite his being 'in charge.'

He did his best to sound stern. The last thing he wanted was complaints. Submissives were

surprisingly demanding and bossy people, he found, although being told what they wanted was

extremely refreshing after the incessant complaints of his ex-wife.

Two hours later, as he had calculated, they had run through her list of wishes and he had his footage.

It had been a pleasing morning, she neither talked too much, nor too little and had appeared very

pleased with him. Asher enjoyed the sensation of contentment as he made his way home to change

for work.

To keep reading subsequent chapters, visit: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/romance-novel-went-to-woo-porn-star.html

Relationship is a beautiful thing, and often feels great when you and your partner both understands each other. Sometimes we need to boost our relationship with someone we desire a closer connection with, this form of boosting gives room for intimacy and also provides a special bond.

I will be sharing with you, top 15 bonding conversation topics that will help in building relationships have that something extra we all crave. Although you probably should not use these conversation starters for a first date, they work well to find out more about a person. The answers can reveal some hidden facts and lead to a deeper relationship.

Choose carefully, as some may mean the end of a relationship:

Discuss your first impression of each other and whether it was accurate.
Has your relationship changed since you began dating? Give some examples to support your answer.
Converse about a significant event that caused a positive change in you as a person.
Converse about your future; how you picture your life in five years and in ten.
Talk about a time when someone showed you kindness or compassion. Tell about a time when you showed compassion or kindness to someone else.
Find similarities and differences. Discuss them.
What values are important in your life? Were they imparted to you by your parents? If not, from where did they come?
What would cause you to end a relationship? Would you be able to forgive and forget and renew the relationship?
What is your dream job and do you believe you will ever succeed at having it?
How many siblings do you have and are they older or younger? How is your relationship with them?
Tell about a time when someone hurt or betrayed you and how the experience has affected your adult life.
Tell about your most difficult challenge thus far in your life. Were you able to overcome and what did you learn?
What characteristics do you think are necessary for a strong relationship? Do you possess these characteristics?
What did you dream of being when you were a child? Have you managed to achieve any of your dreams?
What kind of date do you consider romantic? Plan a romantic date night together.

Source: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/top-15-bonding-conversation-topics-you.html

Hello Ladies, Let's learn how to twerk!

There's a something you should understand, and that's the fact that all shapes of butts can twerk. It doesn't matter if its a very small sized or big sized butt, once you learn the skills, it will never be hard to twerk.

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The most interesting way to shape your butts is by twerking. And you don’t have to have a big sized butt to twerk, The more you practice twerking, the more you feel empowered, attractive and oh well, sexy.


It can be intimidating at first, as i really can remember how it felt the very first time i tried twerking�� It was like i was just rolling around.

Twerking for me is like a form of workout which even helps in adding more flesh and of course, gives you a desired shape.

There are different stages in twerking. Read Below:

Shuffle Twerk

Swing your right heel towards your left foot

Swing your left heel towards your right foot

Let your hips swing with your legs and let that butt go. This is very similar to The Twist except you let your butt jiggle in the process. You also want to sit on your hips every time your heel swings.


Slow:

Up Down Twerk

Pop your butt back in a high squat

Pop your butt back in a low squat

Imagine trying to get your butt to reach your head. Always reach for the top of the dome and your butt will follow ��



Butt Pop-Back Twerk

Hands on your hips, thumbs pressing your lower back muscles

Bend your knees

Arch back

Push your thumbs up with your butt and feel your back muscles arching. This move engages all your back and butt muscles which helps tone and forms a shape. And when you master this move, you’ll be a twerk queen in no time!

Here's a video that has been helping me in understanding how twerking feels like.

Click HERE to watch video

Source: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/twerking-drills-step-by-step-twerking.html

Game of Thrones star Thor ‘The Mountain’ Björnsson shares wedding pictures with his girlfriend Kelsey Henson

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The 29-year old actor, Hafthor Björnsson with the movie role 'The Mountain’, has tied the knots with his girlfriend Kelsey Henson.

He wrote:

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‘It is with great pleasure that I now get to call Kelsey Morgan Henson my wife!

‘I get to hold this beautiful woman through thick and thin for the rest of our lives! I’m so excited for all of the future adventures we will tackle side by side.’[/center]

Source: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/game-of-thrones-star-mountain-shared.html

Which of the words is best used for sex between people who are dating, Bleep or love making?

What of those who just have sex without any string attached, what do we call that? are they fucking, or just sucking eachother?

Thoughts picked from: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/

About two days ago, a battle was drawn between Oau and Unilag students, which was a very interesting battle for twitter users. Uniosun students and Oou didn't fail to draw theirs yesterday as Uniosun took over the punchlines and tweets.


It's no difference as Futa and UI students have decided to draw theirs today. See interesting tweets below:

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Source:[url] https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/uni-wars-futa-vs-ui-students-battles-on.html[/url]

Virginity is not necessarily a virtue..but when it is kept to honor God and your Future spouse it is an amazing thing only a practicing bible believing Christian could understand.

Virginity at this present stage doesn't seem to be much celebrated among youths, as different stories emerge each day about girls loosing their virginity to a boyfriend, about a sugar daddy demanding for sex from a lady and all sort.

Recently on Instagram, i read a story of a lady called Jane, she's a 19 year old virgin who is in a confused state about loosing her virginity.

Often time, i wonder why a lady has kept herself so well till this present time and eventually loose it to a man she doesn't even want to spend the rest of her life with. If lady do not want to stay a virgin, why the need of keeping it till this present time?

Her question was; Should i sacrifice my virginity for the sake of love or for money?



Here's her story:

Jane is a 19-year old virgin who has been dating her boyfriend for almost a year and they've been cool except for sex pressure and age difference.

Her boyfriend is 10 years older than her and according to her, it's obvious that he isn't ready to have a wife, though he's doing fine financially. On the other hand, there's a sugar daddy who is married and loves having Jane around.

This married man showers her with gifts, women accessories and money and to crown it all..............

Continue reading: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/should-virginity-be-sacrificed-for-sake.html

A[b] healthy brain[/b] produces creative and mind-blowing results.

A habit is a regular practice, that most of us are dependent on. Often, we don’t realize the cause nor its effects. Some every day, seemingly harmless habits can be so bad that they can cause lasting brain damage.
The human brain is the most important organ of our body and we all fail to think that the brain also requires exercise or training and nutrition for it to function well. Thus, forming good habits and avoiding the following bad habits will prevent brain damage and keep it healthy.

What are the Causes of Brain Damage?

1. Skipping Breakfast

Our brain also needs appropriate nutrients at the appropriate time to function its best. Due to a fast paced lifestyle, most of us avoid or end up skipping our breakfast to save some time in the early hours of the day. This leads to low sugar supply and poor nutrient supply to the brain.
The brain needs pure glucose to function. Poor nutrition can have long term harmful effects on the brain like degeneration of the brain cells.

2. Over-eating

It’s said that, “too much of anything is bad”. The same applies to our brain too. We tend to overeat, if the brain is not functioning normally and vice versa, over-eating leads to brain damage. Over-eating leads to deposition of cholesterol plaques and thickening of blood vessels of the brain causing reduced blood supply to brain cells.

This can cause serious damage to the normal functioning of the brain. It is found that overeating leads to Alzheimer’s disease. Over-eating leads to obesity which in turn damages our self-image and self-confidence and can lead to depression and other psychological problems.

3. Lack of Sleep

Sleep deprivation hinders the brain’s ability to perform normally. If you have ever lost your way home or forgotten your keys somewhere and cannot recollect where, then lack of sleep has probably been the culprit behind this temporary memory loss.


Sleep deprivation leads to cognitive issues. Without enough sleep, certain brain cells die and it then becomes harder for you to remember things. Psychological issues can also crop up due to bad sleep or sleep disturbances. So make sure you get your daily dose of 7 hours of beauty, as well brain-friendly sleep.


4. Eating Sugary Foods

Knowingly or sometimes unknowingly, we all consume sugar in most of our food and beverages. High consumption of refined sugars is known to destroy the ability of the brain and body to absorb proteins and nutrients. Poor nutrition will lead to undernourishment and brain disorders like poor memory, learning disorders, hyperactivity and depression.


So, the next time you add a large coke to your happy meal, think again because it’s loaded with nearly 20 spoonfuls of sugar!


5. Smoking

This is probably one of the most harmful habits that we indulge in, as smoking not only causes lung diseases or heart diseases, but it also leads to shrinkage of multiple cells in the brain and can lead to problems like dementia, Alzheimer’s and may be even death. Excessive smoking indirectly causes neuro-inflammation which can cause an autoimmune disorder called Multiple Sclerosis (MS).

6. Covering the Head While Sleeping

Sleeping with the head covered leads to increase in concentration of carbon dioxide and it further reduces the oxygen concentration in the blood. If the oxygen supply is poor, the brain functioning capacity reduces. You may feel suffocated and sleep deprived leading to fatigue and drowsiness.

7. Working When Sick

We often fall ill when we are overworked. If during sickness too we continue working, then the brain’s efficacy is bound to take a dramatic hit. This will only add to the stress. When we are ill, the brain and body are already working extra hard to cope with the infection. Working on a sick day will only to add to the burden. So take a break, relax, recuperate.

8. Lack of Socializing

Socializing, talking, encourages growth and development of the brain. Intellectual conversations strengthen the brain and improve its capacity to work. You can increase your creativity by meeting new people and making new friends.

Socializing or interacting is also a great way to express yourself freely. If there is no socializing or if communication is low, you might feel low and depressed.

9. No Exercise

As the saying goes, “all work and no play make Jack a dull boy”. Exercise makes you more flexible and increases mobility. Without enough exercise the mobility and brain’s power of movement reduces, and decreases stability and motor skills.

Studies have shown exercise help to keep us younger by releasing happy hormones called endorphins. Not just the brain, but exercise strengthens your heart and lungs too. Do you need more reason to exercise?

10. Consuming Alcohol

Greater the percentage of alcohol, higher is the number of cells that die in the brain. Alcohol leads to chemical imbalances when continued for longer duration and large quantities. Brain volume decreases due to chronic alcohol intake. Anything more than 2 units/ day for men and 1 unit/ day for women is excess alcohol.


11. Exposure to Contaminated Chemicals/Pollution

Our brain is totally dependent on oxygen. The more you expose yourself to harmful chemicals or polluted and contaminated air, the lesser oxygen reaches the brain. Lack of adequate oxygen in the body may lead to death of cells in the brain.

Studies in mice exposed to polluted air over a long run show physical damage to the brain. Time to get out to the park and breathe some fresh air each day.



12. Premature Stress

Stress is a part of everyone’s life. Certain amount of stress related to work or family is a part and parcel of life. Stress of completing work on time or winning a competition is a healthy expression of stress.

But when stress goes beyond your capacity to cope, it hinders the normal functioning of the brain and makes you feel low, depressed, angry, irritable and sleepless. If you feel one or more of these emotions too often, it is time to seek help with a counselor or move away from things that are causing stress.

13. Lack of Stimulating Thoughts
Research shows that people who do not think much or often enough have shrinking brains. Thus, to maintain and expand the brain it is very necessary to think.

Thinking, reading and writing will train and enhance the brain for better functioning and prevent from being damaged.

Davido Music World. DMW are not showing any signs of slowing down as they are set to release a new song “Twisted” produced by Fresh

Davido aka OBO just revealed minutes ago his Instagram account that fans will have a new song by 4PM today.

The song is titled Twisted and it’s a Peruzzi x Davido collaboration.

Download HERE

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Seems the Obafemi Awolowo University students and the University of Lagos students are digging it deep on twitter.

The cause of the trend is yet to be known but it's hilarious.

See more tweets: https://www.inoutnaija.com/2018/10/oau-and-unilag-trend-on-twitter-and-its.html

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Successful entrepreneurs have a passion for what they do, so working hard is part of their DNA. But anyone who is successful also recognizes that life and work are a marathon, not a sprint. Even they need downtime on the weekend to ensure they’re up to the task of being creative problem solvers and innovators Monday through Friday.

Sure, they may spend some time catching up on administrative work. They may spend time on a big project that needs special attention. And they should definitely spend time thinking about the future and considering the big picture.

But what successful entrepreneurs don’t do is spend the entire weekend buried under work. We all need a break, and entrepreneurs are no less immune to burnout than anyone else. Their weekends are spent restoring their bodies and minds, and getting prepared to function optimally come Monday.

Here are nine things successful entrepreneurs do over the weekend to unwind and re-energize for the week ahead.
1. Wake up at about the same time.

Successful entrepreneurs understand that staying on track for the week ahead means keeping the same sleeping patterns, even on weekends. That means going to bed and getting up at about the same time all week. This is because your circadian rhythm will stay consistent, so your body will naturally know when it's time to sleep and wake up.

As tempting as it might be to sleep in, doing so can throw off your sleep/wake cycle, disrupting sleep patterns and giving you a poor night's rest. Make sure you aim to get seven to eight hours of sleep every night to avoid a sleep deficit. Also, getting up early means you’ll be ready for whatever the day brings and you’ll have time to accomplish all the things you hope to do.

2. Spend quality time with loved ones.

It’s no surprise that weekdays can be hectic and filled with obligations. There’s a good chance you spent more time in front of your computer (and with co-workers and colleagues) than with the most important people in your life. Make sure you’re tending to the quality relationships in your life by making them a priority on the weekends.

Have a date night with a partner. Go for a long walk or enjoy a leisurely lunch with a friend. Make sure you’re building and maintaining those relationships by really listening to them. And then share what’s on your mind and how you’re feeling. The support and connection you feel with others will give you resiliency and can support you in stressful times.

3. Pursue a passion.

Is there some hobby or activity you’ve been wanting to try but have never made time for? Dedicate some weekend time to pursuing a passion that’s outside of work and beyond your normal day-to-day obligations. Maybe you’ve always wanted to learn to paint, take up photography or write a novel.

Whether it’s a long-lost hobby or a labor of love you’ve dreamed of embarking on, stop telling yourself that you’ll get around to it “someday.” Set aside a quiet weekend morning or afternoon to work on it. Pursuing your interests beyond work improves your mental health and reduce stress levels. Plus, focusing on activities outside of work will improve your creativity and give you a chance to look at life from a new perspective.

4. Find time for a mini-adventure.

Weekends give you a chance to unplug from life, put aside your daily responsibilities and go have some fun! Let loose and break out of your rut by taking yourself on a mini-adventure. Get out of the house and find a change of scenery.

A mini-adventure means sticking close to home, so hiking the Grand Canyon may be a bit much, but an overnight camping trip or a day hike is totally doable. Spend an afternoon at the beach or take your bike out for a long ride. The point is to get out and make a memory that will give you a smile for the rest of the week.

5. Fuel their creative mind.

Successful entrepreneurs make sure they take time to feed their creative minds by finding ways to connect with the arts. You don’t need a degree in art appreciation or music theory to enjoy the benefits of engaging with the arts. Simply visiting a local museum or spending time listening to music will suffice.

Viewing art can be like a mini-vacation for your brain. It activates areas of the brain that are involved in processing emotion and engaging your pleasure and reward systems. Listening to music can have an even more dramatic effect. In fact, music has been found to stimulate more parts of the brain than any other human function.

6. Relax, reflect and renew.

Savvy entrepreneurs have learned that they must give themselves the space and time to decompress and mull over the events, issues or dilemmas they face. Giving yourself time for self-reflection allows you to link and construct meaning from your experiences. Reflection is one of the main ways we gain insight and foster complex learning and personal growth.

In our busy world, we are often dealing with packed schedules and juggling multiple issues. Make sure you find time on the weekend to disengage from your hectic schedule and just chill. Try writing some notes, going for a walk, taking in the beauty of a sunset or even just focusing on the present moment and being aware of all the sensations you’re experiencing.

Read more on https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/9-ways-successful-entrepreneurs-enjoy.html

What will you do?

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How long can you stay without having sex?? Most times i wonder why people cheat on their partner, all in the name of "I was Hot"

Can't they just stay and be good without having sex?

I've walked, worked and lived with guys and most times i wonder why most of them really do not like to be zoned. Anytime a male friend reaches out and i reply "Hello Bro", it freaks him out and he's like "really, you want to zone me now?"

After a thorough research and study on reasons why guys really do not like to be brother zoned, I've made a compilation about my results, read below and carefully read between the lines.

From what i got from my correspondents, here are great reasons why guys really do not like to be zoned;

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1. A guy who has intentions of having a romantic affair [/b]with you would not like to be [b]brother-zoned. ladies should not be quick to zone guys, you can never tell if he's the Mr Right you have been praying for.

2. Some guys may feel they really do not measure up to the lady's standards, they might not show it in their actions, but trust me, guys are wide thinkers.

Dear ladies, Zoning guys won't help the situation of sending them off, yeah it's[b] important[/b] for guys to fall in love with you, but it's very importanter������ for you to roll with them logically.

Source:https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/wao-mind-blowing-reasons-why-guys-do.html

It is important and necessary to have sex, as it has a lot of advantage and also a means of easing off stress.
Everybody wants to experience great sex. Great and memorable. Part of the joy of a man is having a woman who is crazy and can satisfy him in bed. In the words below, i will be making some explanations about top 3 trendy missionary sex positions that helps to strengthen the bond you share with your partner.

1. Missionary Sex Position

Missionary is commonly regarded as the normal sex position, the most famous and classic of all sex positions which is strongly advised to be deployed by first timers. Oh well, some intense excitements comes with missionary position for both partners. It could either be the man on top, or the lady on top, and importantly, couple facing each other.

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The eye contact and the angle of penetration make this a popular one, and odds are, the first time you had sex was in a Missionary position. A very comfortable position that allows for easy penetration, and an easy pull-out if you’re a man, there’s a lot of benefits to it.

2. Swivel And Grind

This position involves rotation of hips to grid and twist inside of her, pressing down your shaft as hard as you can against her clitoris. The friction and pressure will eventually bring her to orgasm, no matter what your size. For closeness at its peak,

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Missionary with legs on shoulders works best

3. Spread Eagle

Read carefully, this is not beginners, as it requires a little light energy. This is a great position that allows you to take a more dominant role while still offering both of you a lot of intimacy.

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With your lover on her back, with her legs spread wide a. You then have total control for a very steamy, powerful romp.

Continue Reading: https://www.crystalmag.com.ng/2018/10/top-3-trendy-missionary-sex-positions.html

After his birthday, i decided never to call or even know anything about him, i decided to give him more space, allow him to breathe well and enjoy....so i stopped talking about him and concentrated squarely on my business.

Oh well, he had nothing to contribute to the business as it wasn't his line of study or what he had passion for. we were just two different entities.

While he continued flaunting our dazzling friend all around, i kept mute and played along, and guess what happened after months of playing along......

After few months of playing along, i decided to break the ties and let him be free.. Of course, i did break the ties with mixed feelings. I wasn't sure if what i was doing was wrong or right. I had no one to talk to, not even his close friends, not even the people i stayed with.

Yes, i broke the ties with a text message which prompted him to send a message on whatsapp, shockingly, he agreed to the idea of breaking up. Oh well, what am i supposed to do, his words didn't express feelings of being remorseful. So i had to let go without having a proper understanding of what really transpired between us.

I cared not to ask him further...No doubts i formed being strong but deep down i was hurt, the year lapsed and good news the new year sets in....with the mindset of "You no longer have a lover"

It was so hard to hold on, it was so hard to let people in, I remember i made couple of new friends of which i ended up breaking into a run after which some made their intentions known...Intentions of making me the object of affection.

No, it wasn't what i needed, only if they could understand that behind the smiling face is a wounded heart.. I couldn't explain to them, as they were not in the position to understand what i was going through.

After two months of breaking the ties with my Ex, he tried coming back with no genuine reason, and as days passes by, he apparently became a thorn in my flesh. My God! I was just recovering and that was when he thought of getting back to make everything go bad again?

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Over the months, I have been asking people around about reasons why Nigerian ladies find it difficult to pay on a date with a guy they like.

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When it's time to pay on a date, Most ladies suddenly feel the man is superior, and end up throwing trolls at men on social media, expressing views about gender equality.

Now let's critically examine what a date is all about: A date is an avenue for you to get to know each other. A date should be more of exchanging ideas so you get to understand who you are individually. So much shouldn't be spent on a date unless the man is in the business of impressing women.


Oh well, Ladies are of the opinion that since they are taking good care of her-selves; expensive weave, nails, and all sorts of accessories, the man shouldn't mind taking care of the bills on a date.

It is somehow believed that when a lady stretches out her hands to the waiter for payments, she's therefore emasculating the man she's on a date with, which is wrong. However, it is most times assumed to be disrespectful if a lady shows off her money to people in the outside world explaining how she paid for a date when a man is eating.

There's a point every Nigerian lady should understand, The man is not superior when it comes to paying for date even if he pays. Even if it happened that the lady was asked on a date by the man, oh well, no doubt the man is expected to pay. but on subsequent dates, it's not a bad idea if the lady requests to split the bills into two.

I'm not disputing the fact that if a man loves a woman, he wouldn't hesitate to buy gifts, spend, protect and make her happy.


Here are reasons why it is difficult for some Nigerian ladies to pay on a date:

The GREED FACTOR

Some ladies are no longer interested in meeting and falling in love without wanting to drain the men or being scared of being used. So they drain the opposite sex by putting all their needs on him.

They often feel entitled to a man's money, once it's clear to you that you do not like or desire to have emotional attachment with your date, then it is pointless to lavish his money and turn him down afterwards.

Some ladies have lost their sense of VALUE

Some ladies have lost their sense of value thereby thinking all they need is in a man, having the mindset that his money will give them happiness. The truth is, when a lady finds happiness from within, it automatically places a value on her and unconsciously makes her love and give joy to the man she's seeing.

Ladies, When you love a man, you will be bothered about everything about him and you will easily give and not withhold. Having this mindset that everything a lady needs is in a man, placing their world needs on him, therefore burdening him and pushing him away.

Some do not understand what it means to love. love not lust. A lady who loves and cares about a man's growth and financial stability will never allow the man to pay always on dates. A lady who isn't after show-off on Instagram or Snapchat will propose splitting of bills.

Some Ladies are HAUNTED BY THEIR PAST

Some ladies were givers in their previous relationships and ended up being used which turned them into a bad drainer. They drain any man that comes their way and eventually push them away.Ladies should endeavor to live a balanced life, let go of your past and be your true self .

Some ladies are confused and cease a date as an opportunity to eat all the food they have been seeing online. Paying on dates with a man prevents the man to say unworthy things or feel entitled to taking charge of your body as he wishes and whenever he wants.

If a lady can't split the bills on a date, it is best for her to order what she can afford to avoid stories that touches the heart. Often times, men think after paying on dates, the next thing to do is taking the lady home and having full control of the body. Do not blame them, ladies gave him the audacity to feel so and think it is right.

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