Diary Of A Virgin Boy (Episode 1)
Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to think it was cool to be a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing) until I realized everybody around me was growing up and losing their innocence, leaving me behind. My story started several years ago, when I was still 10 years old. At that tender age, everything I knew about sex
was from tiny bits of information from much older boys, and preaching from elders and religious leaders that sex is evil and we should keep away from it. Trust children, they only succeeded in making us very curious. We were living in a storey building of four flats then in the suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities. Each family lived in a flat. My family
occupied the flat upstairs on the left, adjacent to the landlady’s flat. The family living directly below us downstairs had a girl called Tola, who was almost my age.
We have something in common; while I was the last born of my parents, she was also the last born of her parents. There
were many children and young people in the house then as all the four families in the compound had kids. We usually
played together in the compound. She was a pretty girl.
Now I could remember that she was fair in complexion. She had dimpled cheeks and long hair which her parents made into ponytails. She was my best- friend. Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves in a room and play doctor and patient. I would be the doctor and she would be the patient. She would off her clothes and lay on the bed, then I would
examine her. I could see the two tiny pink buds that would later blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see that
narrow canal in between her legs with that little protrusion which would later be that wet, come- dripping, juicy pleasure
filled well, called p—sy (the protrusion is the cl–t).
Then we would change position. She would become doctor and I would become patient. I would remove my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would examine my body, including that tiny, pointed stick that would later become the ultimate instrument of pleasure, the d-ic-k. Actually that was my first close examination of a pussy. It was a child’s pussy and it was tiny. In our innocence, we would play on without
understanding the functions of those organs we were playing with. Well, somebody soon taught me what the pus–sy was.
One of the older girls in our compound was Tosin. We used to call her aunty Tosin because at that time, she would be
about 19 years old. She was the landlady’s niece and she lived with her family. .
She had chubby cheeks and nice teeth. Oh, I forgot to mention those two big unmentionables. They were damn big. She had an average as-s but the breast were huge. The usually knock against each other when we were playing. I didn’t know how to place those sensations I
felt whenever I saw her smiling at me and those unmentionable pointing like twin oranges. I just knew my instrument used to stand at attention whenever I saw her.
Now I know it was arousal.
Then it happened one day. I came back from school and met the door of our apartment locked. My parents had locked the door and gone out. So I went to the landlady’s house to play as usual. Innocent me couldn’t really place the sensations I was feeling whenever I
sighted those heavy unmentionables bouncing and shaking. Now I know it was arousal. Well, I just knew I would just feel my blood rising and my dick standing erect whenever she smiled at me. She liked me a lot. I never knew she had plans for me until one day when I came back from school and met nobody in our house. My parents had gone out and locked the door to our apartment. I had to go and chill at the landlady’s apartment adjacent to our own as
usual. Well, aunty Tosin was the only person at home that day. She had just finished writing her WAEC and was just
chilling at home. I quickly settled down and started watching TV, knowing I was in safe hands.
She was having a bath, I could hear the sound of splashing water from the bathroom as I watched tv. After some time I heard my name. “Ayo!” It
was her calling me. But now I was hearing her voice from the bedroom. Apparently, she was through with bathing. I walked into the bedroom and saw her. I was shocked by what I saw. Initially, I just stared at her. I’d never seen an adult like that before. I was confused. She was naked, except for her panties. She stood, facing me, her twin oranges with their dark, rosy tips pointing at me. I felt an
aching in my groin . she smiled softly, and motioned me with a finger. Then she commanded in a soft voice. ‘come
here.
Panting, I walked slowly towards her. “touch my breast’ she commanded. I did as I was told. She bent down a little bit and let my young hands roam over those succulent oranges, interminably brushing over those dark tubes. Then she removed my clothes, slowly one after the other until I was naked. I felt somehow embarrassed at seeing my small dick exposed in front of a girl like that.
I covered it shyly. She promptly smiled at the sight of my tiny instrument. “Lie on the bed” Again, I did as I was told. I got on the bed and lay down on my back.
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To be continued
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Diary of a broke Playboy (Episode 1)

Yesterday’s morning was one of those mornings when you wake up and you don’t even know what you want to do with your life. Those mornings you would come up from your bed, pick up a kitchen stool, sit in the veranda and wonder if you had any dreams last night, if it was Chinwe that was romancing you in your dream or Ifunanya that bought you a wrist watch.
I merely brushed my teeth and strolled out to a popular spot where the guys in my hood normally met to sample passing girls, discuss the games they were going to stake on or talk about how posh their wedding in Dubai will be when they can’t even afford a plate of rice for their girlfriends.
I sat in the company of some guys who like me had nothing to do that morning. They were talking about how Manchester United destroyed their various betting tickets. I was just there listening and hissing.
Like 5 minutes after I got there. Across the road from where we sat, a fight was about to break out between two teenage girls, one was light skinned and the other was Chocolate. We paid little attention to them. Everybody had his own problem. I Managed to grab some words from their vulgar exchange. They were fighting over some guy.
Before long, they were both pulling at each other. They had no hair on their head so they resorted to pulling on their clothes. I was expecting the guys with me to go and do something, instead they sat and just stared at them while they continued calling on their village deities on Manchester United’s head. Me too, i stared on like i was live on MONDAY NIGHT RAW.
“I swear that girls breast has stretch marks” one of the guys with me shouted.
As if on cue, the chocolate girl tore at the light skinned girls top and a part of her breast showed. There were clear marks on it.
The guys shouted Heeeeey.
I looked at the guy and asked him how he knew about the stretch mark.
“Guy you be learner o, So you no know say na because of me them dy fight” the guy told me with a thick mark of indifference on his face. I looked at him with utter disbelief, got up, wiped the dust from my trouser and left them. I looked once more at the girls, they were already as dirty as they can be and were pinning each other on the electric pole. I could hear the guys change their topic. They were talking about stealing the wire on the pole since NEPA hardly brought light.
I hissed and continued on my way to Ifunanya’s house. My dreams usually come true and i needed that watch.
So i was in a bus on my way to the market to buy a trouser for church service. The next day being Sunday and i needed to look good for that girl that had caught my eyes since the first day i saw her.
My Facebook messenger binged. I opened it and it was my new Ghana girl. She said hi, I said hello. We started our usual chats. I usually don’t like going far with girls that i’m sure wont be of any benefit to me. So our chat was mainly about what she ate, how she ate, the color of what she ate and who cooked what she ate. You know the usual Facebook chat. So i decide to check out her Facebook photos once more. I saw she had uploaded new pictures. These ones were clearer than the ones she uploaded in the past. I seemed to notice that all her features were clearer here and she has joined Facebook bad gang. The ones that purposely flash their boobs and booty at the camera. My Hot mind set it.
So i decided to take the convo deeper.
Me: so what are you doing?
Her: I’m about to take my bath, you?
Me: well, am on my way to the market. So can I join you in the bath?
Her: sure, i will increase the bath water.
Me: just pull off and wait for me.
Her: kk, I’m waiting boo……
………..
The conversation got more kinky. My Dick had already tripled in size. We were both enjoying ourselves.
We were at the peak of it all when the bus came to a halt. My dick was still as hard as olumo rock. I looked up from my phone and everybody was alighting from the bus. I noticed i had gotten where i was supposed to get down. The conductor looked at me.
Me: I never reach my bus stop naa
Conductor: Oga na here we dy stop o.
I looked at him with sweat all over me and observed my dick,. In my mind i was like “Oga go down naa”.
Only God knows how i managed to leave there that day with my erection.
These days. I have learnt to pocket my phone anytime I’m in a bus.
On this Friday i just needed to vent. You know that moment when all of your body itches you and you just don’t know why. Nothing seems to interest you and you just feel weak. So I was in this particular mood that day and I needed to let it out on someone. And was looking for a prey.
My whatsapp binged. I took a look and it was Chinaza, my girlfriend. Finally, a victim.
We started our chat. I have to confess, i was quite annoying but she persisted. Maybe that’s why she’s my main chic. She cares a lot.
I was determined to vent all my anger on her. So as i was going hard on her. I guess she figured out something was wrong and started to pet me, asking what the matter was. I kept maintaining nothing was wrong while being a total Sadist.
A while later when she probably got tired, she called my phone.
Her: what’s wrong?
Me: I told you nothing was wrong naa
Her: are you sure?
Me: yea. Was that why you called?
Her: not really
Me: so?
Her: well, i didn’t see my period
Me: who did you give it to?
Her: you.
Me: Really?
Her: be serious for once naa.
Something hit me on my mind immediately. It dawned on me that she said just she didn’t see her period. The implications seemed to simmer into my head. I pause and continued, this time with much concern in my voice.
Me: how come, did you check well, i mean is your period supposed to start now?
Her: yea. Its 3 days late and i’m scared like this o.
By this time, my voice was real shaky. I couldn’t even afford a condom talk more of affording a baby.
Me: But i have always been careful naa. How come?
Her: i don’t know o. Shey i told you to buy condom that day but you were too drunk to care.
Me: nawa o. Baby are you sure?
Her:Nop, i’m not sure, i just like it more when you are scared than when you are angry. Just buy me a sanitary pad when coming. Love you. Bye bye.
She laughed hard and dropped the phone. By this time i had totally forgotten i was feeling somehow.
That girl shaa. She is crazy but i think thats why i love her.
Recently i have been bored and that increased my activities on facebook.
And so i met this new girl. Judging from her pictures, she was posh in all ramifications. So we got talking.
She was a jambite seeking admission into my school. I smiled at the prospect of hanging out with a jambito. I calculated they would be cheaper to run around with.
Long story short, i asked her out. After much whining and shakara from her, she accepted. We fixed a date, . Exchanged numbers and started looking forward to our meeting.
On a Monday afternoon like this, i was on my bed, half sleeping and half recovering from the little torment my babe, Chinaza gave me. That girl shaa.
My phone rang, i hurriedly picked and shouted a coarse hello into the mouthpiece. A very melodious female voice came up from the other end.
Me: Hello, na who be this?
Caller: Hi, its Rita, remember?
Me: Rita kwa? Rita from where?
Caller: Hey, you’ve forgotten already? We were supposed to be meeting today.
My head rang gbagam, i jumped up from my bed.
Me: yea Rita right, where are you now?
Rita: I’m about to leave my house. Just wanted to make sure it’s still going down.
Me:Ok, you can start coming, call me when you get to the school gate.
Immediately we dropped the call. I quickly grabbed my towel, ran into the bathroom, did a quick wash up, i couldn’t even remember if used soap or not.
I dressed up, picked my wallet, counted the 1000 naira notes inside, 5 in total. I slid the wallet in my pocket and ran to James, my friends room. We both lived in the same lodge. He had promised to escort me.
He hurriedly dressed up. And we both left the house. I ensured he had some money on him, just in case.
We were in a keke headed for the school gate when she called.
Me: Hey are you there yet?
Rita: Yea. We just dropped now.
Me: Ok. I will be there soon.
Then something like an audio flash back hit me.
Me: Did you say “we”
Rita: yea, i came with a friend, i didn’t know the way so i needed her to help out.
Me: Okay o. Just wait for me. I dropped the call.
James just looked at me with a wicked grin on his face and said
“Guy, u don enter”
“Her friend better be cute too or i go just deny am for there sharp sharp” i said as the keke dropped us.
Locating them wasn’t so hard. I observed her from afar and her pictures didn’t lie. She was as cute as can be. Her friend too wasn’t bad.
We approached them. Reintroduced ourselves. James just focused on her friend who’s name was Cynthia.
So we moved into the nearest eatery. Got ourselves a seat. Called the waiter. I was going to order for snacks so i could at least have some change in my pocket. Then James asked them to make the order themselves. I just eyed him, he smiled and smacked his lips.
“But get us chivita juice first and then take their orders” James was still talking. I was graphically dividing the money in my pocket with my imaginary eyes.
The Juice came. We opened it, poured into our various glasses, started sipping as the girls started making their orders. Rita was representing their interest.
“We’ll both take fried rice and chicken with lots of salad on it”
James who had his glass of juice on his lips quickly dropped it on the table. My eyes tripled in size.
“Wait, Bae are you two going to share the plate of rice or what?”
I asked
“Noo, we are getting two” Rita replied. James coughed
“Ok o” i said and faced my drink.
The waitress came back with two plates of steaming fried rice and huge chicken wings. Only God knows how i managed not to snatch the food for them. As the waitress was leaving she called after her and asked for two cups of ice cream.
I stepped hard on James feet under the table. He looked at me and grabbed his glass of juice and started gulping it.


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House 419(18+) (Episode 1)
Give your life to Christ .Jesus is Coming soon”brother and sister repent, repent oooooooo
Arm robber you going no where, prostitute no place for you in paradise, gossiper, yahoo boy Ritualist ”
picking pocket and gangster “I don’t want to mention names I for call you “(brother John stood at the compound screaming and demonstrating )
you Wey never marry “you pack come meet your boyfriend “morning serious knacking ,afternoon marathon sex “in fact una dey do am for bathroom ha!
Hell is waiting for you ” oga landlord you going no where “money never due you dey torment tenant ”
hell, hell “give your life to Christ” I done say my own ” as for me and my family ,we are protected “heaven straight ” he paused when he heard loud noise coming from the neighbor room ”
una done start ooo
chai! Who stole my pants “ewo! No try me release my pant ” ngozi came out of the room tying wrapper ”
calm down ngozi . Wetin happen (John held her hand holding his Bible) Abeg no touch me ,my body dey hurt ” she knock at sugar boy room and watch him came out of the room with boxer looking annoyed ”
Wetin happen . I own you money why you dey knock my door ”
where is my pant. She stretched her hand looking upset ”
is like you are mad “I resemble dry cleaner ” bad market “sugar boy turn to enter his room
“ngozi dragg him back with his boxer ” sugar boy you looking for trouble ooo” everybody see me see whala oo”sugar boy and his friends have stole my pants ”
Wetin happen “mama chukudi rush out holding her wrapper ”
thank you. Ngozi fried sugar boy blocking his way ”
fine. I forgot to pack my pants inside last night ” now I can’t see it, everyone knew the kind of job sugar boy and his friends are doing “tell them to release my pants
hey don’t even mention it “sugar boy fired in anger ” are we the only yahoo boys in this area, warn yourself ” sugar boy excuse to his room closing his door ”
Haba! Ngozi .you shouldn’t have been careless now ” mama chukudi spoke picking her broom “haven’t you heard “pant is the logo for Benz ”
Yeeeeeeeh … sugar boy as kill me oooo
They have stole my pants oooooooo ” ngozi kept shouting ” she noticed everyone departed from her “she excuse inside looking upset………. …….
Stop here” bike dropped flora, Benita and Beatrice in front of the gate looking tired ”
they kept discussing about the party and their client ”
jeohova ”
John scream loudly holding brush ” he glanced at their dressing, showing every part of their body “the Lord is my strength ” he makes sign of cross on his head ”
repent, repent ” kingdom of God is near ”
Benita hiss and lead the way inside ” flora sat outside and light up cigarettes ” she blew it out eyeing John ”
she stood up immediately and rush to call the rest of her friends, when she noticed oyinda coming down from the bike ”
they all kept praising her while she kept smiling “babe please stop. I hate when people shout on me ”
we are sorry jare, don’t mind flora and Beatrice
” actually, am not in the mood to talk ” my boyfriend gave me serious warning never to mingle with you ”
why. “Benita stares at herself ” you know the kind of job you are doing now , he don’t want me to have any kind of relationship with you ”
talk to you later ” they all watch her cat walk from their mist” Benita break the silent laughing and pointing at her ” wale personal ashawo” she kept laughing ”
don’t mind her Benita “flora continued with her smoke “the only different between her and us ” we have lot of client but her own na wale
sheybi you see sey she done bend”
wale no dey give am rest ” they all laugh loudly making jest of her ”
they noticed wale coming out of the room “they cleared their voices and excuse to their room one after the other
you for continue, gossipers. I don’t know how you affected “ashawo ” he stood in front of their door shouting ”
Benita came out laughing ” thank you . Na our job be that ”
what different does it make with the pakeree you put inside you call wife ”
Yeeeeeeeh “how dare you ” wale rush inside and came out with nothing ” if not because my baby beg me I for show you”
stupid fellow ” so you can call us prostitute “you better don’t make me say your favorite style ” flora blew smoke in his eyes
Yeeeeeeeh ” Jesus is Lord “bro John excuse from their mist ” using his Bible to cover his ear ”
wale couldn’t speak and turn back to discover oyinda ” baby is not true oo ” wale ran after her “Benita and Beatrice kept making jest of him*******************
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My Adventures With Jehovah Witness (Episode 1)
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It was a bright Saturday morning….I woke up around 6am after a long day at work the previous day, as usual, I brushed, picked up my booth and jersey, called Sesan from the other flat……….”Guy, its time for field”………………. We walked down to a secondary school pitch close to our house (That’s where guys play soccer every weekend)……..There were not too much people for set that day so we ended a bit early like around after 10. I went home straight with sesan and two other guys from the field but instead of the guys to go to their house straight, they decided to chill a bit at my place. We were so tired. Four of us decided to sit outside my house and started gisting about different things, from politics to girls and football but football takes the other of the day…Our discussion was not without some chilled spirit and sprite mixture couple with some fried meat which my girlfriend prepared for me for the weekend. Suddenly, the someone opened our main gate, for my mind “oooohhhh, this people have come again”…..Sesan quickly said “Guy, abeg I dey go shower abeg”…………All the other guys started grumbling too…..i had no option than to wait as they started approaching us and I couldn’t stand up again as it will be so embarrassing to them………..”Awon oloshe wo leleyi gan”…………It was two guys and a lady that walked into my compound….the two guys carried hand bag which comes from their shoulder down the side of their thigh…..One of them was on suit fully kitted while the other put on just pant trouser, shirt and tie to match it up. The lady put on a blue shirt and black skirt with a black big bag..no make up or anything. Ordinarily, this was not the first time am seeing them coming to preach for me but I was not just in the mood that day at all……… they approached us and it was all joke here and there…they preach a bit and we sometimes change it to politics with them and talk about life generally…..Jokes do come in at interval and the lady seems to be a bit friendly likewise the guys too……what we thought will be a boring moment was actually all fun except from the fact that we were drinking and offered them part of it which they declined. They even preached to us to stop drinking as it was not a good idea and is a sin to God…”Oga, leave that even Jesus turned water to wine”……………… Before we knew it, it was almost like an hour we have been discussing, they gave us one of their pamphlet to read through and digest as they make their way out of the compound..It was during this moment one of the guy said Guy 1: “Guy, una no see dat babe bottom…see as e dey roll they go, this is bad mehn” Guy 2: Una think say I dey listen to the preaching before? Na her endowed bweast I just dey look since oooo….the babe carry no be small Me:Na God go save una…..this one na JW ooooo…..dem no dey do that kind thing oooo Guy 1: Forget that one abeg, na dem dey do am pass Guy 2: Tolu na confirm SU oooooo………………and u no hw many times I don collect pass for her body Me: which Tolu b that? Guy 2 : The same one wey you know now….wey dey stay Anthony street.. Guy 1: Na lieu Me:Guy, $get that one, no be the same tolu wey I know…..the babe dey too saint jare and no be like you she fit fall for Guy 2: Una dey doubt me? Me: Yes now…………..who go believe you….. He brought out his phone, scroll to the picture gallery..what we saw was alarming…different pics of tolu lying down on his bed, the one they snapped together and all sort of romantic bed mood pictures..we were totally convinced that he has actually done something with Tolu and it was a great surprise to us. (That’s life, never trust any babe…………ALL BABE HAVE THEIR PASSWORD, ONCE U ARE A GOOD HACKER, U CAN DEFINITELY HACK THEIR SYSTEM, GET THEIR PASSWORD FOR FREE ACCESS).


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My s*xcapedes in the north (Episode 1)
After my graduation from the university, I had to do various odd jobs while waiting for my NYSC call-up letter. When I finally got it, I was shocked when I realized I was posted to the North (Katsina state to be precise) because I tried influencing my posting to the southern part of the country. Anyway, I had no choice but to go for the 3weeks orientation course.

Before I went, I got a medical report from a doctor friend of mine who ‘diagnosed’ me of Acute Bipolar Disorder (I didn’t even care what it meant) to ensure my relocation on medical grounds.

On getting to Katsina state, I found the place to be beautiful and quiet unlike the rowdiness I was used to in Lagos. The camp was even better than most of the NYSC camps I had visited in other states (mine included). My roommates were fun and lively. Fortunately for me, 3 of us were from the same department in school, so we kinda had an upper hand in bonding with the others. Camp was fun, I made friends, male and female, but more of male ‘cos I didn’t want to cheat on my girlfriend.

After camp I congratulated myself on not doing ‘anything’ that might have soiled my relationship with my girlfriend (if she found out). I went straight to her place, and she ‘compensated’ me for all I had missed in camp by giving me the ‘straffing’ of my life over the holidays.

Finally, after all the fun and excitement, the holidays came to an annoying end and it dawned on me that I had to go back to the north (because my relocation didn’t come through).

After finally completing the registration process at my PPA, I was so uncomfortable and angry. The lodge I was provided was tiny and stuffy, and at night the mosquitoes came en masse on their power bikes. My first night was dreadful, I couldn’t sleep. Throughout the night, I made a mental note on getting a new apartment the next day.

The next day I asked around for where I could get an apartment around my PPA. I finally got one and I spent two days buying stuffs and tidying the place up.

On my first day at work, I realized that all the stories I heard about the beauty of Hausa and Fulani girls were true. Walai, Hausa girls fine die! I was posted to one of their universities and was to work as a laboratory technologist in the Chemistry department.

When I got to the lab, I had to observe how my ‘boss’ conducted the practical session with the class because that was to be my duty. I ended up observing NOT him, but a number of pretty students in the lab. Some of these girls were in hijab, while some had scarfs tried around their necks, but mere looking at them put so many imaginations in a guys mind. I told myself ‘Boy, welcome to Katsina!’

Two days later as I was conducting the practical class, a lady raised up her hand to ask a question. Jeez, her voice was ethereal. I was so carried away, I didn’t even hear the question she asked. “Please tell us your name before you ask your question”, I quickly said. She said, ‘My name is Zainab. My question is: Why do we add H2SO4 to FAS solution during the EMF measurement?’. I was like ‘Wow, that’s a very interesting question’ and I explained what happens during that chemical reaction and told them to observe the changes when they were carrying out the practical.

I continued the class and noticed that Zainab and her friends were no more paying attention but giggling whenever our eyes met. I said to myself Oh lord, lead me not into temptation.

After the class, I sat on a chair in the lab with my earpiece on, listening to music and browsing on my phone when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a damsel standing above me. Jeez, this girl fine die! Her hips were at the same level with my face and made Amber Rose feel lik e a learner. She had a lovely smile on her face and cute dimples.

She: Hi…

Me: Uhmm, hello…

She:smiles You are the new corper here right?

Me:Look at my attire Is it that obvious? I’m not even putting on my Khaki…

She:Laughs You should know that once you come here, everyone knows your status… Anyway, I’m Chisom. I’m a batch B corper.

Me: Wow, senior corper. I have a friend that’s your name sake o. Buh she’s not as tall as you. D–n, you are so tall! Or is because I’m sitting?

I stand and measure height with her and realize I’m a lil bit taller than her

Me: I hold my chest Ah, thank god I’m taller than you…

She: smiles

Me: But you are too pretty jor…

She: You’re teasing me, shey? I’m definitely sure you are one of those player guys…

Me: No na, it’s true. I know you must have heard it from so many guys, but at least you are hearing it from me for the first time…

She: smiles Hmm, thanks…

Me: I offer my hands My name is Dioxidane…

She: Dioxidane? What kinda name is that?

Me: Don’t worry, you’ll get to find out if you stick around long enough…

She: Hits me slightly on my shoulder You are not serious…

Me: You know what, I’m starving here. Do you know where I can get something good to eat? I don’t mean tuwoshinkafa o…

She: laughs Don’t worry, there’s a place around. But I’m sure you’ll love fura.

Me: Fura? What the hell is that?

She: It’s a kinda drink. They say it’s good for mens libido…

Me: Huh! Really?? Then I’m definitely interested…

And so we walked to the restaurant, got something to eat, and talked about ourselves. We later exchanged numbers and parted ways.

At night I was browsing and chatting with some of my friends when I got a message on whatsapp. It was from Chisom.

She: Hi dear…

In my mind, hmm, now now dear don enter? Ok let’s play along na

Me: Hey sweetheart… Hope your day went well.

She: Ehm, it was ok. I thought you said you were going to come to my office when you closed…

Me: Did I? Oh, I’m sorry darling, iforgot. Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you…

She: How?

Huh How ke

Me: Uhm, what do you have in mind?

She: Anything…

Me: Ok, you know what? We’ll hang out tomorrow after work. Hope you are cool with that?

She: Yeah, it’s aii…

And so we gisted about family, relationship and other stuffs till late in the night. I had to remind her we were to go to work the next day before we were able to stop.

The next day after work, she took me to a lovely spot in town. I was so into her that all my thoughts were to bleep her right there and then due to accumulated konji. Later on we went to her lodge.

I sat on her bed trying to watch a movie on her laptop while she said she was going to freshen up. While she was in the bathroom, I couldn’t concentrate on the movie. I was just imagining her naked right there in the bathroom and wished I could just rip the door open and go down on her.

Before I knew what was happening, she came out of the bathroom. She was putting on a brown bumshort and a white spaghetti top. Jeez!!! Her huge boobs were so visible through the top she was wearing and her pointy ni*pples pushed outward against it’s thin fabric. She definitely didn’t have a bra on under there!

She sat down next to me, and I felt the beam of ~her gaze wash over me. She looked so beautiful; I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to be too forward, so I just tried ‘forming’ conversation with her while watching the movie. ‘Are you even enjoying the movie? This movie is su~ per boring!’ As I turned to ~respond, my eyes were drawn yet again to her incredible chest. My focus was especially drawn to the bulge at the tip of each boobs; her areolae must be incredibly puffy. I cou~ ldn’t resist anymore.

Suddenly, without warning, her head shifted, and I found my lips pressed against hers, with my tongue plunging deep into her mouth and her tongue whipping ~against mine to explore it. As we were kissing, I moved my hands to her large breasts. I slowly began to massage them gently, using my experience, and instinct to guide me. As I caressed and rubbed her large ni*pples, I heard her q~ uiver and moan. As the passion heated up, I tried to unbutton her bumshorts, but she held my hand back and guided my face to her boobs…

Tbc


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Office Support (Episode 1)
What’s the matter? Can’t you find the hole?” Ijeoma teased Jide from the office across the hall. He folded up a piece of paper and made another attempt at her wastepaper basket. He missed again by about an inch.
It was almost afternoon and Jide was enjoying watching his pretty, busty co-worker tidy up her office before going to lunch.
Ijeoma bent over to reach the lowest drawer in her file cabinet and Jide slowly crushed another piece of paper, watching the stretchy fabric of her skirt gradually rise up the back of her thighs as she searched through the file drawer.
He took aim and launched another shot, this time hitting Ijeoma’s butt0ckz, right between her round cheeks.
“I found that one,” he commented, proud of his achievement from a range of nearly fifteen feet.
“I don’t know how you could miss that; it’s a very big target,” she said, belittling her slightly fleshy butt0ckz. She was in her late twenties and had a little more back there than she used to.
“No, it’s just right,” he said, intently watching her butt0ckz change shape as she stood back up.
“I bet you say that to all the female workers here.”
In fact, Jide flirted with a number of women on their office floor, but Ijeoma was the most fun—probably because she could dish it back to him as if she were the office filth. Jide knew better, though. He knew the real Ijeoma.
He had been the one that got her to come out of her shell when she joined the company as an intern, shy and quiet. They became good friends, although a little naughty in their attitude towards one another, despite the fact that Ijeoma was married and Jide was in a serious relationship.
Their boss had taken the day off and there was always a different mood in the office when he was gone. The phones were quiet that morning and Ijeoma and Jide had taken their casual flirting a little further than usual, playing, as mice do, while the cat was away. Some of their playful chitchat was getting personal, dipping into the subject of their s*x lives at home.
Ijeoma was happily married to Chidi, going on their third year, but she had recently begun getting a little anxious about their life in the bedroom. s*x was okay, but it wasn’t knocking her brains off. She didn’t feel comfortable talking truthfully with Chidi about it; it just wasn’t normal conversation for them.
Chidi was from a very strict Christian family, who barely acknowledged the existence of s*x, let alone discussed it openly. Suppressing that carnal instinct was all he knew before he met Ijeoma. He was still a virgin on their wedding night.
Ijeoma was not so immaculate, but was by no means a Lovepeddler. She had had a few boyfriends, but only one or two long-term relationships. Her limited S#xual experiences before marriage seemed to fade away after marrying Chidi, burying themselves under the safe and comfortable boundary of conventional marital intercourse.
Chidi seem contented with doing things the same way they always had, reluctant to try anything new or risky. They made love in the missionary position almost exclusively, and Ijeoma could predict his orgasm almost accurately.
Never in a million years would she have thought she’d be telling details like this to a colleague, let alone a male one, but Jide had a way of getting her to open up about very private things—probably because he was so helpful and vulnerable when it came to talking about his own s*x life. He made the topic seem natural, even fun. She was thankful she had aweirdo as Jide as a friend to confide in, but she would never tell her husband about the things she and Jide talked about, or the mostly innocent flirting that went on in the office.
She knew it would never go beyond flirting.
It wasn’t in Ijeoma’s nature to cheat on her husband; she had never cheated on anyone.
Neither had she ever really been much of a flirt. Ijeoma was what most would refer to as a “good girl.” But flirting and talking s*x with Jide was athrilling guilty pleasure. It wasn’t cheating as much as it was pretending to cheat, but it felt so good! Sometimes she would play Jide’s s*x games; sometimes she ignored him. Today she was in the mood to play.
“Where are you going for lunch?” Jide asked her.
“Just the staff cafeteria today.”
“Me too,” he said.
“Want to join me?” she asked.
“Sure; I’m always yours,” he said with a cunningchuckle.
“I’m talking food here o,” Ijeoma corrected, even though she knew he was unserious.
“Oh, fine, we can eat I guess,” he said with feigned gloominess.


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My s*xcapedes in the north (Episode 1)
After my graduation from the university, I had to do various odd jobs while waiting for my NYSC call-up letter. When I finally got it, I was shocked when I realized I was posted to the North (Katsina state to be precise) because I tried influencing my posting to the southern part of the country. Anyway, I had no choice but to go for the 3weeks orientation course.
Before I went, I got a medical report from a doctor friend of mine who ‘diagnosed’ me of Acute Bipolar Disorder (I didn’t even care what it meant) to ensure my relocation on medical grounds.
On getting to Katsina state, I found the place to be beautiful and quiet unlike the rowdiness I was used to in Lagos. The camp was even better than most of the NYSC camps I had visited in other states (mine included). My roommates were fun and lively. Fortunately for me, 3 of us were from the same department in school, so we kinda had an upper hand in bonding with the others. Camp was fun, I made friends, male and female, but more of male ‘cos I didn’t want to cheat on my girlfriend.
After camp I congratulated myself on not doing ‘anything’ that might have soiled my relationship with my girlfriend (if she found out). I went straight to her place, and she ‘compensated’ me for all I had missed in camp by giving me the ‘straffing’ of my life over the holidays.
Finally, after all the fun and excitement, the holidays came to an annoying end and it dawned on me that I had to go back to the north (because my relocation didn’t come through).
After finally completing the registration process at my PPA, I was so uncomfortable and angry. The lodge I was provided was tiny and stuffy, and at night the mosquitoes came en masse on their power bikes. My first night was dreadful, I couldn’t sleep. Throughout the night, I made a mental note on getting a new apartment the next day.
The next day I asked around for where I could get an apartment around my PPA. I finally got one and I spent two days buying stuffs and tidying the place up.
On my first day at work, I realized that all the stories I heard about the beauty of Hausa and Fulani girls were true. Walai, Hausa girls fine die! I was posted to one of their universities and was to work as a laboratory technologist in the Chemistry department.
When I got to the lab, I had to observe how my ‘boss’ conducted the practical session with the class because that was to be my duty. I ended up observing NOT him, but a number of pretty students in the lab. Some of these girls were in hijab, while some had scarfs tried around their necks, but mere looking at them put so many imaginations in a guys mind. I told myself ‘Boy, welcome to Katsina!’
Two days later as I was conducting the practical class, a lady raised up her hand to ask a question. Jeez, her voice was ethereal. I was so carried away, I didn’t even hear the question she asked. “Please tell us your name before you ask your question”, I quickly said. She said, ‘My name is Zainab. My question is: Why do we add H2SO4 to FAS solution during the EMF measurement?’. I was like ‘Wow, that’s a very interesting question’ and I explained what happens during that chemical reaction and told them to observe the changes when they were carrying out the practical.
I continued the class and noticed that Zainab and her friends were no more paying attention but giggling whenever our eyes met. I said to myself Oh lord, lead me not into temptation.
After the class, I sat on a chair in the lab with my earpiece on, listening to music and browsing on my phone when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a damsel standing above me. Jeez, this girl fine die! Her hips were at the same level with my face and made Amber Rose feel lik e a learner. She had a lovely smile on her face and cute dimples.
She: Hi…
Me: Uhmm, hello…
She:smiles You are the new corper here right?
Me:Look at my attire Is it that obvious? I’m not even putting on my Khaki…
She:Laughs You should know that once you come here, everyone knows your status… Anyway, I’m Chisom. I’m a batch B corper.
Me: Wow, senior corper. I have a friend that’s your name sake o. Buh she’s not as tall as you. D–n, you are so tall! Or is because I’m sitting?
I stand and measure height with her and realize I’m a lil bit taller than her
Me: I hold my chest Ah, thank god I’m taller than you…
She: smiles
Me: But you are too pretty jor…
She: You’re teasing me, shey? I’m definitely sure you are one of those player guys…
Me: No na, it’s true. I know you must have heard it from so many guys, but at least you are hearing it from me for the first time…
She: smiles Hmm, thanks…
Me: I offer my hands My name is Dioxidane…
She: Dioxidane? What kinda name is that?
Me: Don’t worry, you’ll get to find out if you stick around long enough…
She: Hits me slightly on my shoulder You are not serious…
Me: You know what, I’m starving here. Do you know where I can get something good to eat? I don’t mean tuwoshinkafa o…
She: laughs Don’t worry, there’s a place around. But I’m sure you’ll love fura.
Me: Fura? What the hell is that?
She: It’s a kinda drink. They say it’s good for mens libido…
Me: Huh! Really?? Then I’m definitely interested…
And so we walked to the restaurant, got something to eat, and talked about ourselves. We later exchanged numbers and parted ways.
At night I was browsing and chatting with some of my friends when I got a message on whatsapp. It was from Chisom.
She: Hi dear…
In my mind, hmm, now now dear don enter? Ok let’s play along na
Me: Hey sweetheart… Hope your day went well.
She: Ehm, it was ok. I thought you said you were going to come to my office when you closed…
Me: Did I? Oh, I’m sorry darling, iforgot. Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you…
She: How?
Huh How ke
Me: Uhm, what do you have in mind?
She: Anything…
Me: Ok, you know what? We’ll hang out tomorrow after work. Hope you are cool with that?
She: Yeah, it’s aii…
And so we gisted about family, relationship and other stuffs till late in the night. I had to remind her we were to go to work the next day before we were able to stop.
The next day after work, she took me to a lovely spot in town. I was so into her that all my thoughts were to bleep her right there and then due to accumulated konji. Later on we went to her lodge.
I sat on her bed trying to watch a movie on her laptop while she said she was going to freshen up. While she was in the bathroom, I couldn’t concentrate on the movie. I was just imagining her naked right there in the bathroom and wished I could just rip the door open and go down on her.
Before I knew what was happening, she came out of the bathroom. She was putting on a brown bumshort and a white spaghetti top. Jeez!!! Her huge boobs were so visible through the top she was wearing and her pointy ni*pples pushed outward against it’s thin fabric. She definitely didn’t have a bra on under there!
She sat down next to me, and I felt the beam of ~her gaze wash over me. She looked so beautiful; I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to be too forward, so I just tried ‘forming’ conversation with her while watching the movie. ‘Are you even enjoying the movie? This movie is su~ per boring!’ As I turned to ~respond, my eyes were drawn yet again to her incredible chest. My focus was especially drawn to the bulge at the tip of each boobs; her areolae must be incredibly puffy. I cou~ ldn’t resist anymore.
Suddenly, without warning, her head shifted, and I found my lips pressed against hers, with my tongue plunging deep into her mouth and her tongue whipping ~against mine to explore it. As we were kissing, I moved my hands to her large breasts. I slowly began to massage them gently, using my experience, and instinct to guide me. As I caressed and rubbed her large ni*pples, I heard her q~ uiver and moan. As the passion heated up, I tried to unbutton her bumshorts, but she held my hand back and guided my face to her boobs…
Tbc


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A Night With A Cute Guy (Episode 1)
�Took my virginity�
Episode one
☺Lisa☺
I paced around my room anxiously, anticipating on how to tell her.
Will she let me?
Yeah! She is supposed to let me……I am nineteen you know!!!
I breathed in and out loudly, and walked to mum’s room.
I knocked softly.
“come in”,she replied.
I walked in, squeezing my palm, and clucking my fingers.
I always do that when am nervous.
“mum, uhmn..well…..I just wanted to know….muhmn…..well…
“will you speak already!”,she replied.
“yeah….uhmn….well……I just wanted to…..know if….if…..if I…..can go…..t….to the prom”,I replied nervously.
“no”,mum replied sternly.
“mum but why, am nineteen”,I replied.
“just because you are nineteen doesn’t make you mature and sensible”,mum replied and I groaned loudly.
“mum b it all my friends are coming, their parents let them”.
“well, you can be an exception”,she replied and I rolled my eyes.
“mum but….”.
“lisa brothel, this topic is over. Now, to your room”,she half yelled.
I ran to my room and threw myself on the bed.
Damn it! Why is mum like this??
My phone rang, goddamn its vera, she must be wondering why am not there yet…
I heaved and picked the call.
“yes vera”,I said.
“babe, why ain’t you at my house yet, for goodness sake, I waited so long, so I decoded to come to your house”,she replied.
What!!!
“uhmn…vera….you see….my mum won’t let me”,I replied and she sighed.
“typical mum”,she groaned.
“am sorry”,I replied.
“na, you are coming, here us a plan”,she said and told me the plan.
Wow, she is so clever!
I didn’t even think of this!!!
I wore a library suited outfit, snucked out and handed vera my party dress.
I took my bag, and went to my mum’s room.
“mum, am going to the library”,I said and she looked at me suspiciously…….
She walked up to me and searched me….checked my bags.
“you can go”,she replied.
“thanks mum”,I said, trying to control my excitement.
I walked out, and we boarded a cab to Vera’s house where other girls were waiting. We were taking a limo.
They were all excited to see me…I changed up.
We entered and off to school.
�SCHOOL�
We arrived at school and we all alighted.
I walked in elegantly with vera besides me….
The party had already started..
I sat down while vera went to her boyfriend..
Wow! He came!!!
My dream guy
Blake, so cute, the cutest guy in school…..
I sat there, drooling, I think he noticed, so I stopped.
I started sipping my drink…….looking at nothing particular…..
“hi”,an angelic masculine voice said.
Oh my gosh! Its blake.
“hi”,I replied, blushing……
“you look cut when you blush..”,he said, making me blush the more.
”thanks”,I replied, and he asked for a dance.
I can’t refuse, so we moved to the dance floor.
He slipped his hands round my waist while I wrapped my hands on his neck….
“you are beautiful”,he whispered softly….
Well, o hear that all the time cause am truly beautiful.
I don’t mean to brag but am the only one without make up, yet all eyes were on me….
He offered me a glass of wine.
I gulped down every bit, lost in his ever charming eyes.
We moved to his private classroom, I have never really entered, but gosh this place is nice.
Like a gentle man….he carried me in a bridal style and placed me on the soft sofa…..
In no time, we undressed each other, and then he brought out his d*ck and slid into me.
I felt a sharp pain, more like a cut……..he moved in and out gently……
T b c


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How I Was Scammed By Facebook Sugar Mummy (Episode 1)
Ku ku ku ku ku ku (drum rolls )
Food no dey…. Broda eh water no dey and our country no good oo, everyday for thief, one day for owner oo
rich man wey steal money , omo dem no see their face for crime ……
poor man wey steal maggi. Omo dey go show him face for……..
Mr president……
This African china (where the guy dey naw sef ) song best describe the kind situation wey i find myself for this economy….
This life of garri and rice everyday don tire me… No food, no clothe, no nothing, only me ,dija b0s0m and my vaseline to comfort my in this echoes of hard times and nonsense change
Sometimes i do wake up from sleep that i am sleeping in the middle of the night, Unclad and sob bitterly about my condition as it pain me from the heart and i do reason , hope witches in my village are not fanning themselves with my picture..
Nothing wey i no do to meet up… I play bet , play bet, collect bet numbers from mad man, play aja nsare e no work …. Na one ., one game go dey spoil slip
I try yahoo yahoo, my laptop first spoil, maga no gree pay… Oyinbo go dey post me say next week i will pay… Even indian wey i try scope dey yarn Dont worry mr presidential aide, we would buy yi the oil reserve., u are gotta to be ri very very patienti with us ‘
I do menial works and the rest…. All seem fruitless..
I try music , producer chase me comot studio …. Football nko,
I buy goya oil, do anointing pray , fast , go night vigil. Na so so come and be teaching nursery two pupils job dem day offer me…
So when i saw that facebook post that fateful day, urging young and cute guys who are looking forward to lubricate the engine of sugar mummies with a renumeration of 100k and above, i no need any T b joshua or even bother to give it a second thought before making the move
..shior…
Ase na move when go turn my life around i go make…
I logged in to my facebook acct, Boo Haryourmidey Osin through 0 facebook .com and free basics that fateful day after a delicious meal of fried egg and palm oil devoured with the day before yesterday EBA.
As i surfed, I tried my best to avoid all this ” like for jesus or die of thunder strike, click share for amen and if you ignore, u are for the devil or such will happen to you posts..
I lost hope for humanity when i was scrolling my TL and it was bombarded with thank you for accepting my friend request and lemme take u to shoprite messages from all this stupid guys who went as far as placing the rubbish messages on the intended girl timeline where anyone cn view it . What is happening to the world bayi ?
I decided to kukuma log out almost 5 mins after logging in after i saw a disheartening post of a young girl who posted ‘licking icecream’ and she got 300 comments, 101 likes and 56 shares in 30 minutes.
just like that ?
Meanwhile my own post about how to make millions from forex trade which i do post like 6 times in a day has gathered only 2 likes,
one like from me and one like from one indian man on my list who just added me from nowhere…
even my pictures that i will tag almost 60 people , na miracle if i get 8 likes ;(
I was logging out in frustration when i scrolled up and noticed a post from one user who called himself kingzlee omo iko..
” sugar mummies looking for young sugar boys and ready to pay them 100k… ”
100k
Blood of zechariah


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The Story Of Esther (Episode 1)
When I asked her her name, her reply was simple – “Esther”. I didn’t remember to ask for her last name and she never told me. So I just knew her as Esther. From that moment when she walked into my living room for the very first time ever, I never stopped feeling that there was something rather awkward about her. She just did not add up for me at all; for reasons I just couldn’t place a finger on. It wasn’t because of her appearance – she was unimaginably decorous and well-mannered. It wasn’t about how she spoke too, for she was eloquently tailored. It wasn’t even about her poise, because she looked generally compact, and easily beamed in smiles if there was any reason to. So it wasn’t any of those at all, and I was very sure it wasn’t. But what it was, I still couldn’t tell. All I could tell was that Esther was different. Of all the housegirls I had ever kept in my home, she was totally distinctive. And apart from the seeming mystery that surrounded her person, she was also different in so many other ways.
I was expecting a girl quite alright. A housegirl. Of which, I had told my mum who was at the village, to help me find someone. The last two girls I had stayed with, were all from her, and they were really really good girls. They only had to leave and return back to their parents just because their people wanted them back and not because I wanted them to leave. So, I’d be right if I say that I have had a bit of luck with housegirls and was yet to experience all the bad things a lot of fellow mothers keep telling me about staying with house-helps. Moreover, my mom is a generally shrewd person, and has never been one to work by assumptions. She always says she’s never failed to visit the girl’s home as well as speak with people who know her before deciding on bringing her to stay with her daughter. And it has always paid off handsomely.
I was on my first issue, after two pregnancies (lost my first child just after birth), and having these girls at the time made things much simpler for me. So, barely days after the last one left my house, I began pestering my mum – who was also staying with me as at that time – to help me get another girl. She agreed.
It was just a day after she had left for the village, that Esther knocked on my door. While it felt strange, given mum could have barely been able to find a girl in just 24 hours, I eventually relaxed when she explained that it was my mother that directed her to my place. Moreover, mum had no cell phone, as I hadn’t bought her one yet – bearing in mind how expensive it was back then in 1999 – so it was just difficult to confirm what the young lady before me was saying.
But considering how desperate I was for a housegirl, I knew I needed to accept her in; even with the apparent oddities surrounding her person. She indeed looked very different from the other girls that had stayed with me; even in looks too. She was distinctly good-looking, sharply contrasting what I had ever had in my house; with very thick eye brows that beautifully curled in at every facial expression she made.
Her skin was peculiar too; caramel brown in precise; as against that of the previous girls who were very fair. She appeared older as well, and did confirm she was 22, when I asked; and with an SSCE certificate (the previous girls were only 17 and 19 respectively, and hadn’t even seen the walls of a school before coming to stay with me). So for Esther, her desire was to be put through the higher institution and not to learn a trade like the other girls. And equally unlike these ones who were Ibo, she was Efik!
Anyways, Esther’s sojourn in my house would begin with a beautiful reward – her exceptional diligence at carrying out chores around the house! She was simply good! From doing dishes, up to more tasking chores like washing my husband’s car; she always carried them out without complain. This was what began endearing me to her. And by the time I did realize she was also very trustworthy, and truthful, I quite knew I had not just a housegirl, but a companion! I began to make her feel more comfortable around me, bringing her into my bedroom for long chitchats after dinner, just before bedtime. That still didn’t make her any less respectful, and she carried out every single instruction I left her with, without any complains or excuses. Our relationship grew so much, that even my own little kid, began preferring her over me! As little as he was, he would cry so much anytime Esther tried handing him over to me in order to carry out one task or the other. While it sometimes looked embarrassing, it also felt really good knowing that your housegirl was indeed one your kid felt very comfortable around.
This certainty, cemented my rapport with her. And it only got better the day I heard her singing in the bathroom, while taking her bath! It turned out to be beautiful coincidence given she was actually singing Shania Twain’s ‘Wild And Wicked'; a song I had loved from the first day I heard it! Moreover, it wasn’t just about hearing the song, but the striking similarity between her voice and that of the actual lady who did the song! Being someone who isn’t exactly blessed with a wonderful voice, I have grown to cherish a beautiful one whenever I find it! Esther’s voice was simply immaculate, and I didn’t hesitate to heap praises on her as she stepped into the living room after bathing and changing clothes!
“Thank you ma.” she said, smiling and revealing her ever radiant set of teeth.
I expected her to go on and explain from which of her parents she got the gift of singing from, but she didn’t. Esther never talked about her parents, and I was even scared to ask her, lest it all went south.


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Hustle, Love And S**x (Episode 1)
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Life in this world especially in this our country, Nigeria is hard, People have to struggle to get work or work hard to earn a living, Only the rich and powerful enjoy the fruits of this nation and as for our leaders, they make empty promises and failed, Only a few get the harvest of their hard work in the end, while others have to live with it,
My name is Chris Thomas, I live in the village with my mother, Abigail, my father died after I had finished my secondary school with the little money and other things from his will, I did my diploma program in a polytechnic and came out with a good result, I searched for work but nobody would offer me the job, so I started working on my mother’s farm, Life wasn’t easy but it was beater than staying idle, After farming, i take some of the food stuffs to the market and sell them, I even did more work by helping people in their farms for a considerable amount of payment, that’s how me and I my mom survived.
Everyone in the village liked me because of the help, I provided them with claiming I was a good boy but in truth I wasn’t, I only help people because I wanted to when I can and if I can, Being too goody goody makes people think you’re a tool for the work so that’s why I don’t do for free, But despite working hard all the time doesn’t mean, I don’t get to enjoy myself, Yes, one has to work but you must also have fun and enjoy urself!
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The village has lots of beautiful ripe girls, with fresh full plump bodies, These girls are just too lovely, For example, Mr Okene our neighbor has a pretty daughter, Caramel, She just to ripe, her breasts are like the size of a melon and her nyarsh is like mercy Johnson, Shw and i get along so well and we spend some time together when her father is not around, Mr. Okene always keeps an eye on his daughter especially me! Me and the guy don’t see eye to eye, because he always delays my pay whenever I ask for it and to make things worse the Bastard is a womanizer, He’s always trying to hit on my mom, God forbid it that this man should be my step father! I really don’t like him!
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So one day, Mr. Okene had to travel to the city to buy some stuff for his farm, he claims the one in the village is not well enough! So his daughter, had to go to the farm alone to work, so we tagged along on the way, As we walked, I could see her breasts jiggling with every steps, she took and her butt juggled as she walked, She saw my reaction and asked what I was doing!
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Caramel Chris wetin you dey look?
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Chris Sorry oo, no vex ur body, just to hot!
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Caramel See ur face, my bride price has been paid oo,
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Chris So you go marry that old man, Ekafor, wetin him go give you if not money, besides he has plenty of wives, you’re young to be his daughter!
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Caramel Oga, mind ur business, let’s go and work.
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We arrived at the farm and started working, the sun was out, and the heat was too much, ploughing the soil, is not easy, I continued working for several minutes, Even Caramel did her part, she wasn’t strong to do all the work alone, so I helped her.
As we were working, I saw her ass facing my direction, God! See luscious body such a waste, why should she have to marry that old rat, Mr. Ekafor was one of the most influential people in the village, despite being old, the bastard had eyes to spot sexy girls and women!
And to make this worse, He likes producing children alot, I doubt if he knows all their names, I bet not all of them are his kids, besides how can this old man sexually satisfy these women!
Caramels butt was swaying as she bent down, clearing the plants, My d--k stood at ease that instant, How I wish I could f--k her p---y? It was as if she heard my thought and turned around, I quickly diverted my face and continued working, She saw my reaction and smiled, She pretended to stand up like she was tire, she stretched herself, to the full, I could see her body properly, her breasts, her waist, her everything, watching her made my d--k even hard, She entered the bushes twerking her ass, D--n!
I waited for her to come but she didn’t, it was five minutes already so I decided to go and check, as I arrived I saw her undressing herself, she had already removed her cloths and her breasts were in display, She saw me and didn’t mind, She continued undressing herself till she was completely naked, I couldn’t move, I wanted to f--k her but I was afraid of what she might do, but She made it easy for me!
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Caramel Are you going to stand there and watch or are you going to come and f--k me?
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Chris I thought you said your bride price was paid?
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Caramel So is that ur problem?
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I quickly removed my clothes and joined her, I grabbed her ass and kissed her, her mouth was delicious, I massaged her ass and s----d her melons, she moaned softly, I laid her down on the grass so we wouldn’t be seen! The best thing about the village is you can do anything you want in the afternoon, cause people are at home, resting for the afternoon and the farm is so big that no one can spot you when you’re doing something except if you shout!
I touched her c--t and fingered it, it was wet already, I fingered her c--t, harder and harder it was too tight, She moaned louder screaming with pleasure, soon she came hard on the ground, I stroked my d--k and adjusted her legs, Slowly I entered her p---y, I was really tight, as I went in deep, her c--t squeezed my p---y, Soon I shoved it all in, She let out a scream as I entered all in! I started f-----g her slowing, twining my waist to push my d--k deep into her! She held on to my shoulders as I banged her, she moaned louder with every t----t, Soon I started going faster and deeper, our flesh made smacking sounds as we f-----g, nobody could hear us so I fired on, She screamed holding on to me, wrapping her legs around me, I hammered her c--t with so much force, pinning my d--k deep into her, As I continued f-----g her, caramel came hard again on my d--k, I pulled my d--k out of her and I saw small bits of blood around my d--k, I had successfully deflowered her, her legs were shaky so I balanced her legs onto my shoulders and plunged deep into her wet p---y, I banged her harder, s-----g on her bouncing breast, She cried as she screamed harder, her c--t was really squeezing my d--k really hard, soon I came deep into her c--t, My head felt light, the sensation was too good, I rested on her body on her body with my d--k inside her! Her p---y was just too good!
After a while, I turned her belly to the ground and plunged in slowly into her ass, her ass was too tight so I lubricated her ass with my spit, Slowly I entered her, She screamed harder, squeezing my d--k as I went deep into her ass, As soon as my d--k went all in, I thrusted slowly into her ass, so she could adjust to the size of my d--k, she moaned as I went in slowly, She was biting her lips enjoying it, I grabbed her hairs and fired deep into her ass, going fast, Her ass bounced on my thighs as I drilled my d--k into her, it made sweet smacking sounds, she moaned, digging her hands deep into the soil, I shoved it deep with every I had, her ass was just to hot, It was really squeezing my d--k hard, Soon I felt like I was going to c-m, I turned her around and Came hard on her face and breasts, She s----d my c-m looking sexily at me.
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Later we cleaned ourselves in the stream that water the farm, Time had went by so fast it was already evening, So we walked home, talking as we walked, As we arrived, Mr. Ekafor was waiting in their compound, We went together and greeted him, he didn’t look angry when he saw us, he thought that we were just friends, Foolish old man, As I turned around to go, I saw Mrs Okene’s wife, Annabelle, looking at me with a frown, She had never looked at me like this before so I wondered what the problem was!
I went into our compound, I dropped the holes and the axes and went inside, My mom didn’t notice my presence, she was making a phone call, When I realised she was talking to Mr. Okene, I was furious!
After she was done with the call, She greeted me but I didn’t reply
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Abigail Chris, what’s wrong?
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Chris Mama, why? Of all the people you had to call, it was that pig, Mr. Okene!
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Abigail Stop saying that, he’s not ur mate. He’s like a father to you.
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Chris God forbid! My father didn’t look like a pig, Mama there are better men than Mr Okene, Why him? And he has a family to cater for and he’s looking for other women! I hate men that are not grateful for what they have.
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Abigail Oya keep ur mouth shut, ur food is ready, so how’s work?
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Chris It was fine, we thank God!
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Abigail Your uncle called, he said he’s coming to take you to Lagos, you’re going to help him in his shop!
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Chris Really? When?
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Abigail Well, he’ll be coming in a few weeks so don’t worry!
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Finally, something good had arrived, Maybe I could even get a work in Lagos, well only time will tell.


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Can You F*** Me? (Episode 1)
Fredrick and I has always been this s*x craved couples. We could F*K till night fall and then F*K till dawn with just 20 minutes Intervals. I liked the body pain afterwards, it made me feel special, and the traces left on my body like he was trying to mark his territory. We have been married for 2 years now and were both blessed with a son , “my little guardian angel” I nick named him, he was such a beauty.
Deji was just 5 months old when I started noticing the constant drench in between my legs, the doctor was right about being s*x craved after delivering. Fredrick and I enjoyed a very spontaneous s*x life before I became pregnant. We could F**K virtually anywhere, in the kitchen, on top of the dinner table, in the bathroom and even in the garage, we were animals. Now I spend 60 percent of my day thinking about Fredrick J0yst!ck and the other 40 percent was about b0s0m feeding Deji which of course left wet patches on my underwear.
Birthing Deji was a gift but I had to lose a lot too, Fredrick doesn’t put me to sleep with his J0yst!ck anymore ,I had to sleep countless nights without having that J0yst!ck buried in me , I tried giving him signals but he was indifferent, I did exercises to keep in shape so I could parade myself half Unclad but still no response, he was completely numb.
Numerous thoughts ran through my head, was he doing this just because he didn’t want any issues because of my complicated child birth or was he no longer interested in my body.
” Fredrick, can you F**K me?” I was blunt now, I didn’t have time seducing him anymore or trying to get an eye of attention, I just wanted his J0yst!ck. He looked shocked, he stared at me for some time probably not expecting those words. My head was bent down and I couldn’t look him in the eye, this was the very first time I verbally asked him for s*x . He stared too long, i regretted ever making that move. Suddenly he said ” Austin and I are planning on buying a car today, it’s about time I start going ” , got up from the bed and walked out of the bed room. I felt lost, I managed to hold back the tears that seemed to have already fallen, Deji cried all afternoon, like he felt his mummy’s pain.
I decided not to discuss anything that was s*x related with Fredrick. I was hurt and decided to ignore the throbbing in between my legs, by the next week my K!ttyC@t was drooling and calling for a J0yst!ck so Most times Deji was fast asleep and my husband was at work I would bury my fingers so deep in my drenched K!ttyC@t, spreading my legs as far as it could go fingering hell out of my cu-nt.


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