I met my wife six years ago when I was working as a Site Assistant with one of the construction companies, working on Government Housing Estates.
It was a contract job and largely exploitative. I earned peanuts. Yet I was already dating my wife then, and in between, she got pregnant and we had to get married even though both of us were not financially ready.

My wife is an hairstylist but she lost her shop last year when government demolished all illegal stalls in our area. And so, we both became reliant on my meagre income. Things got worse. We lost our accommodation due to accumulated unpaid rents.
My wife had to go live with friends; and from there, to her family house. I, too, was squatting with friends.

That was when my friend, Amos got a two-bedroom apartment and asked me to move into one of the rooms with my family. Amos’ wife and children are in one of the states in the middle-belt part of the country where his wife works in the office of the wife of the Deputy Governor of the State.
I was so appreciative.

So, my wife and children moved into the one room with me. My wife was very grateful. Anytime she cooked, she would serve Amos to appreciate him for helping us.
She stayed at home most of the times, except when she had clients’ invitations to work. Things were hard and this was causing friction between us. My wife would be complaining that the money I drop at home before leaving for work was not enough to feed the kids.

We started having issues She started denying me cez. This continued for almost five months. All of a sudden, my wife changed. To my surprise, she began to touch me, wanting me to make love to her. I wondered why the change in attitude. She said she was tired of fighting me.

“Ha! Maybe God has touched her heart” I reasoned. I wished it was God that truly touched her heart. I never knew it was the devil! We made love twice in the week. A week later, she told me, she was pregnant!

“What?” “How?” “When to when?” I asked myself rhetorically. “We have not been sleeping with each other for almost five months now and just cez in one week, you say are pregnant?” She said she was not safe. I told her she will have to remove the baby since we cannot take care of a third child now. My wife agreed eagerly. That was when I began to suspect.

Lost in a delusional world of thoughts, I tried to figure out that my wife would never agree to abort-!on because of her religious beliefs. Why would she even quickly agree to this? I decided to do my investigations. I started a few days later. I came home around eleven o’clock in the morning. I usually leave the house from 5.30am to come back at night. So, my wife was not expecting me until evening.
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The fear of my mother was the beginning of wisdom. She had threatened to disown me and explained on several occasions how I was going to suffer if I ever get pregnant while in secondary school. Tunde was my secondary school sweetheart. We grew up together, he knew my mom and my mom knew him too. Well, not that she knew we were dating but because she saw Tunde as a gentle and responsible boy who was always studying and passed in flying colors. We were young and so the few times we found ourselves alone were devoted to massive ki!zzing and touching. Tunde touched me in ways I couldn’t explain.

After secondary school, my mother’s threat sort of changed to a plea, to at least, finished my university education and not let her be put to shame in the family. I was in year two at the university when I had my first cez, I felt like I was going to die that valentine’s day. yes! I was a v!rgin and Kunle didn’t care much if it hurt. I met him in my second semester in school and after a year of being together, I knew he wanted to get down with me or I just might lose him like I did Tunde.

You’re probably wondering what happened to Tunde right?

Back to secondary school! On the night of our socials after our final exams, I was heading to the hostel, when I heard soft whispers that sounded like someone was in pain, I moved closer to catch a glimpse of what was happening, I saw a girl who sat on a boy’s lap facing him. That would have been an ordinary sight except that there were movements, she seemed to be bouncing on his laps, she would wriggle for a while and stop to k!zz him gently. Soon, I heard a familiar voice, it was Tunde’s. He was pleasurably having cez with Linda the social prefect. I was hurt and confused, turned between confronting him on the spot or fight with Linda for what I felt belonged to me.

I painfully ignored them and vowed never to speak with Tunde again. I later gained admission that year and left for Abuja. So that was what happened about Tunde.

So back to present day! During my industrial attachment at GK Industrial Ltd, guess who I met again, Tunde! yes my secondary school boyfriend. He had come for the same purpose – one year I.T. The first time I saw him at the hallway I was filled with so much joy and wanted to hug him, I seemed to have forgotten what led to our breakup in the first place. We finally met at the reception one morning and I gave him a cold reception.

After three weeks of consciously avoiding Tunde at work, I had finished late that day so I wasn’t expecting to see any of my colleagues around. As I stepped into the car park I saw Tunde waiting for me, he had decided we’re going to iron out whatever the issue was that day. After about an hour of pleading I got into his car and we began to talk, he was shocked that I knew he had cez with Linda since he didn’t know I had knowledge of the incident let alone catching him in the act. His plea was endless. He attempted to explain how Linda had been sedu-c!ng him but couldn’t help the situation that night. He promised to make it up to me but I told him it wasn’t necessary since I was now with Kunle.

As time went by, I began to forgive Tunde and our friendship began to blossom again, we often wait for each other after work, every Friday after work we would either go to the movies or concerts, one time it was a comedy show. On one of such Fridays at the cinema, we’re watching our second movie when I caught wind of the time, it was 10:30 pm, our estate gate closes by 11, the movie was 1 hour 15mins to it’s end. I called Tunde’s attention to this and he suggested that I sleep over at his place and without thinking twice I agreed...
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I can not recall the number of sympathisers who thronged our residence during the sad occurrence. But I took note of the presence of Aunty Debbie, my class teacher, who led five others on a condolence visit to our family over the death of my mom. The principal must have chosen Aunty Debbie as the leader of the delegation because of her relationship with mom and I. Being my class teacher brought her close to our family, especially my mom who was in constant contact with her for regular updates on my academic progress.
Much more than that, however, Aunty Debbie has a gift of the garb. She’s the school’s choice when it comes to excellent speech delivery. And when it was time to address us, she held everyone spellbound with an inimitable tribute to my late mom and a soothing spiel of solace for our family.

In fact, dad stood in awe of Aunty Debbie’s elocution as he received the letter of condolence from her. For a moment, attentions shifted from our grieve to her gift. Basking in the euphoria of her brilliant declamation, Aunty Debbie hugged dad and I as she led the school’s delegation out of our house.
Two days later, she returned with a basket of fruits for us. That was the day dad and Aunty Debbie exchanged contacts.
Shortly after the burial, dad told me he had engaged Aunty Debbie as my home lesson teacher. I was shocked. I didn’t tell him that I needed a lesson teacher. Even if I needed one, I would have preferred a science teacher. But I wouldn’t argue with him over this. I thought he was only trying to do everything to support me especially after mom’s passage.

Each time Aunty Debbie came to teach me at home, she came with gifts for dad. Later, she came with cooking ingredients and prepared soup for us. Dad was all over her, thanking her for her kindness. For me, this was getting too much. We didn’t need her to do all these. We have a house maid who does most of the chores including cooking. I guess dad endorsed her actions. I kept quiet.
Our house maid, Felicia was not comfortable with her as well. She told me that Aunty Debbie wanted to date my dad. Though I suspected that much, I dismissed the thought. Both of us resolved to monitor her activities.

Since the outbreak of Corona virus, dad has been working from home. He upgraded his study with a new table, a sofa and split unit air conditioner. So, most times after the lesson, my teacher would join dad in the study. To do what? I kept wondering. One day I asked my dad. He said “Debbie comes to give me regular updates about your learning progress and areas that require more attention. She is quite passionate about you” I couldn’t have doubted him. But I knew something was cloudy somewhere.

Felicia soon stumbled on a clue. My late mom’s younger sister came to pick me for a weekend with her children. Dad asked Felicia to go with me. His reason: he would be out of the house throughout the weekend.
Felicia and I returned home Sunday afternoon. We met dad at home. Apparently, he didn’t go out as had claimed. Even his car didn’t leave where it was parked. I didn’t ask him though.
While cleaning dad’s room the next morning, Felicia saw female und!es and br@ spread on a metal rack in his bathroom. She called my attention to the strange discovery. I checked out the two items. Definitely, they don’t belong to my mom. Since she died three months ago, we not only cleared her stuffs, but we also locked her room. Besides, the p@nts and br@ are of big sizes. Mom was slim.
There and there, I concluded that they belonged to someone of Aunty Debbie’s stature....
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I Really Can’t Explain How It Happened But I Found Happiness And Satisfaction In The Arms Of My Neighbour’s Maiguard

My husband and I dated for two years before we got married. He was a good man then. We actually met through a church member. I think he was trying to impress my friend to show that he was a good Christian, so he agreed to the idea of ‘no c3x until after marriage’ when I told him I have been keeping myself for marriage. What I did not know was that he had side chicks while we were dating. When we got married, my wedding night c3x was very painful, even though I kept telling myself it was just a matter of time for the pain to go away but it seemed not to be so even after two weeks, three weeks and two months of marriage.

C3x remained very painful for me. It caused unnecessary frictions between my husband & I. Initially he was patient but after two weeks, he became hostile. He said he expected me to go and sort myself out. I took painkillers and alcohol anytime I wanted to have c3x but it didn’t help either, anytime he wanted to penetrate. My vaq!na was just too tight.

I reached out to my friends who were married. They recommended some lubricants. I applied everything prescribed but there was no significant impact. In a fit of anger and frustration, my husband told me that he would no longer touch me until I was ready. He declared point blank that he will be satisfying himself elsewhere until I sorted myself out. I had no choice but to report him to the church. That was supposed to help but he got so angry with me for reporting him that he told me that he wanted a divorce on the ground that both of us were c3xually incompatible.

Someone gave me some exercises to do on myself to ease the pain I feel in my vaq!na. I started to use d!ldo also for opening of my vaq!n area. It was at that point I pleaded with my husband to have c3x with me. Relunctantly, he agreed and that was when he was able to penetrate into me successfully. This was like almost four months after marriage. Even though I still felt pains, I managed to disguise just to please my husband. C3x; for me; must be filled with lots of lubricant before my husband can penetrate and oftentimes, he does not like lubricant. And so, I get bruises from having c3x. It is not out of place to say that my experience made me hate c3x in it’s entirety. From what I read, I was made to understand that there are foreplays and other things a man can do to make c3x pleasurable for his wife, but my husband refused to do them. He didn’t help matters at all. When I quarrelled with him about it, he ran to his side-chicks. I started to develop feelings of revenge.

After almost one year of a horrible marriage, I got my groove back; courtesy of a next-door neighbour’s security guard. One night, I came back from work, my husband was not back.
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This matter is very sensitive and delicate. I am very hesitant to even say it but its eating me up. I have been married for six years. I married into a wonderful family but I made a terrible mistake. The day before my wedding six years ago, my boyfriend called me and told me that he wanted to tell me a secret that has been eating him for some time. He said he does not want to get married keeping secrets.
Tearfully, he told me that he slept with a colleague at work and for it not to continue, he has resigned and gotten a new job that he will resume after our wedding. It was a very confusing moment for me. I cried because I know me too have also cheated but it was something I thought I could go to my grave with. And because it was such an emotional situation, I told him that earlier in our relationship, I had c3x with my ex.
My ex had come back, begging and persuading me to come back to him that he had changed and I thought my current boyfriend was just a rebound. I mean, I was with my ex for 4 years. I missed him and fell for his lies… we had c3x but things only got worse so I finally moved on and focused on my boyfriend who ended up being my husband.
This revelation hurt my husband more than his own revelation hurt me. We agreed not to cheat again but as soon as we got married, my husband continued the affair with that former colleague he resigned for.  Initially he was hiding it but later, he did not care. He said I hurt him by saying he was a rebound to me after my ex came back and had c3x with me. There was no day that passed that I did not get blamed for saying my husband was a rebound. I pleaded with him not to pay attention to that cos it was said in the heat of passion to an ex who just wanted to fvkk me.

My husband believed that I truly did not love him and he said he knows if my ex ever comes back again, I might fvkk him. All these excuses did not make sense to me but he kept on keeping his mistress. I got pregnant and lost the baby to depression. I refused to get pregnant again cos our marriage got worse and worse. I even contemplated divorce.
My father in-law called me when he heard that I was going to file for divorce. The whole family was tired of trying to talk to my husband but he said he too was tired of the marriage. My father in-law and his wife (my husband’s step mother, his mother had passed some years ago) live in Ikoyi. They called me to discuss with me. They begged me to be patient with their son, that they will speak to him.
I stayed a few days back with my in-laws. On Sunday morning, father in-law’s wife had gone out and asked me to help serve daddy breakfast because their cook took the day off. I made breakfast for daddy and after breakfast, we both sat down to gist. He told me how he felt sorry that his son did not appreciate having such a pretty wife like me…that if I was not his son’s wife, he would marry me instantly.
We both laughed. It was a bit uncomfortable but the next advice my father in-law gave me was...
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My fiancé and I have been dating for 8 years now. Right from school and all. I studied pharmacy and my parents insisted on finishing my studies before marriage. We eventually got married and my parents gifted us a house in Banana Island.
Last year, I got pregnant and the plan was when I got to second trimester of my pregnancy, that  I will go to the US and stay until I have my baby. When I travelled, my husband asked if his friend can come stay with him in the house. The friend was having accommodation trouble and we have rooms downstairs that no one is occupying, my husband was saying he was lonely all by himself.
So this his friend moved in and next thing, I started seeing this guy post pictures of my house like its his own on social media. He would bring girls into our house, my kitchen and I did not like that. I told my husband to warn his friend. He said he did and the photos stopped.
Next thing, this guy’s girlfriend started cooking in the house and would give my husband to eat. Note, we have a male chef who we hired just before I travelled. It was the chef that told me that this girl was cooking and giving my husband. He even said she was was being too friendly with my husband.
When I confronted my husband, he told me not to encourage gossip from domestic staff. That I should trust him. I noticed after that anytime I ask the chef questions, its like he is afraid to tell me anything. I think my husband threatened him. I was quite worried. I spoke to my mom about it and she suggested installing secret CCTV cameras in the house. Initially, I was against it cos I knew my husband would think I was suspecting him but my mum said it would be done in such a way that he would never notice.
So one day when my husband was not around, in the guise of checking the water heater electricals, my mom sent experts to install CCTV smart gadgets with pin eyes in the house. You would never suspect anything was happening. So, from my iphone in US, I can see everything happening in my house in Lagos.
And to confirm my fears, I watched on CCTV how my husband was cheating on me with his friend’s girlfriend. I do not know if the friend is aware but they were f*cking in my bedroom and my baby’s nursery room which I was planning to decorate when I come back to Nigeria. I cried and cried ….watching the man that I loved for the past 8 years disgrace and betray me right in the house that my own parents gave us.
I informed my parents of what happened. They were so mad, they got law enforcement and evicted everyone from the house including my husband. Since then, my husband has been begging me to forgive him, saying he is sorry…asking everyone in this world to beg me including his old mother whom I love so much.
My husband said its because we were not together and he was s3x starved for months. Well, what about me? Have I been having s3x all these while? what happened to being faithful for better or worse. And those telling me its normal for a man to be tempted especially when the wife is away, well, he should have taken a flight to US and come f*ck his wife instead…at least we can afford flight tickets abi?
The truth is, I love my husband so much…my parents even took him as their son. We have been through so much together for 8 years. Even when his father dies 4 years ago. I wonder why he could stoop so low to do this. I do not know if I can ever trust him again. My baby is due in February. I am so scared at the thought of raising this child alone.
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I got married five years ago. I really wanted to get married at age 25, so I got pregnant to hook my boyfriend to marry me. I am sorry I did that, I wish I knew better but I was avoiding the same my elder sister has, she is over 35 and not yet married but all my brothers are married.

So, we got married but my husband was not buoyant. When the twins were born, things were really tough for us financially. I eventually had to look for a job as secretary. My boss is a Muslim and a very randy one. He kept pursuing me and I eventually yielded because he promised to take care of me financially which was something I was finding hard. Imagine when the twins are not feeling fine, even to buy drugs for them was hard.
So, I did it for the money, I started sleeping with my boss until my husband found out and chased me out of our house. I begged and begged him but he was so furious and sent me packing without my children. My maid has been the one taking care of my children, though I visit them once every week.
My boss got me a place and he was happy because now, he had full access to me. Since then, my boss has been asking me to marry him and be his second wife. This man likes women too much, he has many side chicks so I just maintain and tell him I cannot marry him. Besides, I still want to try and work things out with my husband. My boss is not someone I see myself marrying…just sleeping with him for money is more than  enough stress.
My husband and I have been separated for 5 months now. It was the twins birthday last month and we had a party for the children. I pleaded with my husband to let me spend the night with the children since it was their birthday. He agreed. I wanted to also try and sed-vce my husband. That night, I tried and succeeded in sedv-cing him, we had c3x together. I started begging him to accept me back. He said he will think about it.
Since then, I have been trying to win him back but I noticed that the maid is trying to do everything to frustrate my efforts. She will be dictating what my children eat or wear and what my husband wants to eat etc. I suspected she and my husband had something. I noticed she now even dresses sedu-ct!vely, swinging her azz up and down. I asked my husband and he said he does not owe me any explanation since I was the one who pushed him to do that. I told him that for us to get back together, the maid must go.
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My husband and I haven’t been the best of couples but, somehow, we have made our home a nest of true lovers. Through thick and thin, he has never left me in doubt of his love, care and commitment. But I don’t trust him with women. Even when he is not chasing them, women are always crushing on him. Kerry has it all. Sweet, suave, statuesque fluent and affluent, he has a dignifying dress sense and dizzying romantic courtesies that would keep any lady salivating.
Apart from his physical attraction, upscale lifestyle and comical appeal, Kerry is a workaholic behind close doors. Even after a decade of regular $3x, I still m0@n like a lunatic whenever Kerry mounts me; especially when he suspends my legs in the air for optimum pen3trat!on. His man-h00d is thick when in full throttle. So, my unexpressed fear has always been that any lady that tastes Kerry’s sweet banana is bound to stay around him. My husband is endowed in all ramifications and particularly influential in bed.
We don’t agree on many things but we don’t disagree either. In most cases, when we have contentions we look at the intentions and the tension disappears. That explains my choice of ‘true lovers’ in describing our relationship.
For instance, early last month we took a decision to beef up security in our house in the wake of rising cases of burglary in our Estate, Gaskia Golden Court, Garki Abuja. We both agreed on the installation of CCTV but we disagreed on whether or not a camera should be placed in our bedroom. Kerry insisted and I concurred based on superior argument that a camera in our room would snoop on our cleaners who have access to our inner chambers. It was done.
Three days after the installation, Kerry and I left home together one Saturday morning.
We drove in different cars and went in different directions. While I went to a salon to braid my hair, Kerry drove to a neighbourhood supermarket to buy some bottles of red wine, whiskey and champagne.
He returned home early while I spent the whole day in the salon.
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Each time i strolled into Victor’s two-bedroom suite located in the heartland of the city, there was a halo of guilt that shrouded me. Each time I left; the feeling always dissolved into s-xual satiation. My xex romps with Victor usually began with supposedly innocent WhatsApp texts.
Gradually, it turned into flirty solicitations that gradually weakened my resolve.
“Good morning pretty Daisy. Hope you are resplendent today?”, there was a charm around his choice of words.
“I am fine Vic. What’s up?
“I was thinking we could see today.”
“What? Please, don’t bring that up? You know I am married right?
Then bombshell. The picture comes in. A vivid, tickling, sensation-triggering image of his long p-n-s. I struggle and struggle to fight the emotions. Eventually, I agree on a normal friendly dates. However, my emotional needs always give way to the promise of s-xu-l bliss.
Being married for 10 years solved my problem of emotional and marital stability. But it has never satisfied my sexual needs. My husband, Seun, is an incredibly intelligent and handsome man. He is tall, fair complexioned with a milky, spotless skin akin to that of models.
His urbane looks matched an imposing frame that swept me off my feet over a decade ago. His promise of love, companionship and emotional support has been blighted by an insufficiency- a frustrating one- in the sexual energy.
“I love you baby”, he always began
With that, he plants a fiery ki-s on my hot lips. I must confess, Seun is a master of the kis-ing game. His fluidity and energy with ki-sing is unparalleled. He sets the tone in fierce rapidity that always harbours more to come.
Except that, beyond that nothing much comes. From ki-sing, he drives down my neck with smooches, to my belly, then back to my ni-ples. He presses my bre-sts and nip-les so much that I concluded he had mommy issues as a baby.
He was always babyish, passionate and energetic about the pre-intimacy. With that, he begins to go down, undressing my p@nt?es and licking my pu??y with reckless abandon.
He turns me on to the very peak, then he releases his member.
The sight of a p-nis turns me on. But not that of Seun. On our first night, at full length, the size was just small and tiny.
His p-nis, at a quick glance and comparison, didn’t match that of any of my ex-boyfriends. I didn’t dwell much on that. So many men with not-too-big d_cks still f?ck well.
But each time he penetrates, he does it lazily and hastily. His d?ck does not hit my clitoris well enough. His thrusts are always laboured, unsymmetrical and ineffective. At long last, 3 minutes and we were done. Despite the small size of the d?ck, Seun just never ‘rises’ again, however hard my mouth and hands try.
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Right now, my life is out of control. I have not been in a relationship for a long time. This is because I was done with casual dating and I wanted the next woman I date, to become my wife. I have been very careful and selective with women. This is a long story but let me try and summarize.
My friend and I met a very attractive woman where we were posted to serve, Sara. She was the P.A to one of the bosses in the company. She looked like an angel, very pretty and men used to ogle her. She was a social butterfly too. A bad girl, there were always rumors of Sara sleeping with married men in the company. Ope, my friend was a corpers fellowship coordinator back then and he invited Sara for fellowship but she always declined.
I don’t know how destiny played this one, Ope kept inviting her until one day she accepted. You need to see how happy Ope was. He was even more excited cos Sara began to attend fellowship more. She gave her life to Christ, everyone was watching. Ope and Sara suddenly became very close.
Everyone found it strange that this kind of girl will suddenly change and before you knew it, she is now a Jesus girl. Ope was clearly smitten by Sara’s beauty. After service year, they remained in touch and from what I gathered, they began to date too. Ope told me he wanted to marry Sara cos he loves her alot and she loves him too. Bro Ope fell into temptation and started sleeping with Sara.
When Sara got pregnant, they had to get married. They were believers, no permission for abortion. It was a shotgun wedding. They were both not ready financially but they had to get married to avoid disgrace from getting married as believers. Ope managed to secure a contract job but that did not make things easy for them. They were clearly having financial issues.
Hmmm, money can out your relationship under a test. These two people even though loved themselves so much, you could see that they were struggling. After the baby came, things became more intense especially because Sara could not keep her job during her pregnancy. At some point, Ope said he found out that God was calling him into full ministry, so he quit his job to start up a church.
Friends and family did not rest cos we were always trying to support this young couple with money or gifts to survive. Things became worse during pandemic. Ope’s young ministry had not kicked off very well. The wife was unemployed. They began to have arguments. Sara began to regret marrying Ope. Sara started cheating on Ope with her former sugar daddies.
It was everyday settling of fight for these two. Sara eventually gave up. She filed for a divorce and moved out of the marriage. My friend was heartbroken but no amount of pleading was going to bring Sara back. She was tired of the suffering. Their divorce was finalized in April 2021. Sara moved on fast, she got married to a rich guy in June 2021.
My friend Ope moved in temporarily with me until he had to find a job, cos he was so miserable, the ministry thing was not working out as he planned. To an extent, things began to change for him. His new workplace did him good. At least, he was getting regular income now.
I discovered that Sara and Ope started hooking up again all in the pretense of co-parenting their daughter. I don’t blame Ope….Sara is fvkk!ng hot. So, Sara would bring their daughter to spend weekend with Ope but she and Ope would end up fvkk!ng. I asked my friend why he was allowing himself to be dragged back to Sara, he was like, you won’t understand it my friend, Sara is not a woman any man can forget easily. He said he has sworn to work hard, get rich and marry Sara back again.
Sara, a married woman, is sleeping with her ex husband, my friend. I fear women and money. Obviously, she likes Ope but the money is the problem. She cannot stay with a broke man. Ope moved into his apartment in December last year and I was happy that they had moved their foolishness out of my apartment.
On January 1st this year, Sara called me,
She was crying. She said she and her husband had a fight and he beat her. She called me because she was ashamed to tell Ope. I asked her to leave the house immediately cos I was worried for her safety. I asked her to come to my place so we can talk and see what can be done.
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Comfort was livid. She was beyond angry at that point. She walked out of Jerry’s house in a blind rage, unsure where she was going or what she wanted to do.
Comfort and Jerry had been together for nearly four years. They had talked about marriage and starting a family someday. She was so happy to have found the man of her dreams until he cheated on her a few weeks ago. She was mad at the time and she was heartbroken. After some days of begging, she decided to forgive Jerry. They rekindled their love and she felt like all was well again.
That Saturday afternoon when he invited her over to his small flat to talk, she was excited to go. Her excitement soon turned into pain and anger when she realised that Jerry called her over to tell her he wanted to break up with her. He confessed that he had fallen in love with the girl he cheated with. It took a second for all these information to register in Comfort’s head but when it did, rage took over. She began throwing things at him, his TV remote, his throw pillows, a few keys, pens and so on. She determinedly threw things for nearly fifteen minutes while also yelling at the same time. By the time she was done, she felt she simply could not stay in his presence any longer. In a fit of anger, she walked out.
As soon as she spotted a cab, she entered it. For a second, she did not know where she wanted to go but she finally decided to go to Jerry’s parent’s house. They lived about an hour or so away but Comfort did not mind. She was going to go over there and tell them how their son was ready to ruin a relationship that took so much time and effort to build. She would get them to talk some sense into Jerry. She was sure they would see things from her point of view and if anyone could get Jerry to snap out if this idiocy, it was them.
She felt marginally calmer when the cab dropped her off at their place. She felt better knowing she had a plan. All she needed to do was state her case and everything will be alright.
Things took an unexpected turn when it was Jerry’s younger brother, Chudi that opened the door for her. He told her that their parents were out and would not be back until later.
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Right from my early teenage years, my s..3zz life had always been shrouded in secrecy. At 18, I had my first boyfriend, who took my v..!rqinity few weeks to my junior secondary school examination. From then, there was no stopping. From him, I moved on to a 29 year old Kunle, who gave me an adult view of l..ustrous s..3z, with varying styles and fetishes. At 24, I got pregnant for the very charismatic Pastor Paul. Until my pregnancy, my parents had not a faintest idea of what my s..3xval adventures I had been into. At least, I was properly protected from youthful exuberances, or so they thought. Pregnancy brought its baggage of controversies. I weathered the storm. Pastor Paul stoutly denied, while my parents took responsibility. I was safely delivered of Tinuke, few weeks to my 25th birthday. From there, I returned to the university, bagged my degree and moved on with life. I started my own chain of business, exports and haulage. Today, at 45, I am a very successful single mother who has successfully nurtured the then fairy, rawboned Tinu into a young, beautiful lady.
My past relationship with Tinuke’s father, Pastor Paul triggered my apathy for marriage. The way he professed his love when the going was good only to flatly deny any amorous relationship after I got pregnant taught me never to see the possibility of marriage with anybody. So, after that, it was just about relationships, for the s..3z, money and pleasure. With the gains I made from multiple relationships on campus, I started my business. I made enough for myself and Tinu. Barely had I graduated than I bought my first apartment.
So, at 45, after I met John, I concluded it was just for the regular: money, s..3z, then money. John was a young, astute business professional I met at a symposium on exports and haulage. His professional nature and hearty, cheery demeanour endeared me to him. His speech had revealed him as a 32 year-old multimillionaire who had risen through the value of hard work and grace. We exchanged contacts and got talking. In no time, a first date was arranged.  John proved his skills and styles in bed on a first date. From the deluxe suite in the hotel to the army of escorts he sent to bring me from my apartment, this was a type of prelude I enjoyed: classy, trendy and promising.
We had dinner, parleyed a little and got tipsy. After that, he lifted me straight to the bed in the cavernous room. John k..!zzed me gingerly, handling my b..r3ast from under the br..a before making straight for my p.@nties. The way he deftly shifted my p..@nties and made way for my c..|!ts got me shivering ferociously. He fondled my c..|!ts persistently, rubbing his cr..0tch against my s..3z. By the time he p3n.3trated me, my legs were firmly suspended in the air, feverishly shaking as his strokes p..3n3trated my frame.
His monstrous strokes had hit with infinite pleasure and I simply wanted more of him. We got talking business and other areas of interest and just on a first date, it felt like we had known each other for decades. This continued into the second and third date. Eventually, John made a proposal that on my eventual acceptance, shattered my dreams of keeping Tinu safe from male predators.
“How about I pay you a visit?. I deserve to know your place, meet your daughter. Get to know you better at least”
For the very first time, I was bringing my s..3z partner home. Over the years, each time Tinu asked why I didn’t want to get married, I told her men were not worth it. I never ceased to mention her father, who abandoned me in my most trying time. I thought John was different, and after much persistence, I agreed.
“You are my business associate who is simply in my house to discuss business.”
“No problem, sugar mummy”, he said, planting a k..!zz on my forehead
“Tinu, I would be having a visitor from a multinational. He is here to discuss business with me dear”
“ Finally mummy, I can meet one of your associates,” she declared with a sense of excitement
We made preparations for John’s visit. Tinu prepared the rice, fried the plantain and made the sauce while I arranged the wine and the table. At exactly 10 a.m, the young, bright and fair John entered in his usual style, with the pomp of aides and exotic automobiles.
I instructed Tinu to serve the dishes while I went to usher our visitor in. With his slap on the butt returned with a stern frown, John immediately knew I was not joking about Tinu not suspecting our s..3xval relationship. He entered the house, took a seat and then came face to face with Tinu.
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Mr Anuma was known to be a teacher that
explore students with grammars and good
discipline. He had an average height with a
big stomach. On his head was no hair and
his shoes had no comparison. He stood in
front of his office spacing out with his
hands in his pocket. He wore a big brown
trouser and a long sleeve shirt which he
tocked in. There were flowers in front of the
office giving it a perfect beauty. Students
hung around at different angles of the
school premises, though they appeared in
Mr Anuma’s eyes but he wasn’t seeing any
of them because he was lost in thought. But
he suddenly realised himself to the voice of
a familiar student who greeted him. He
turned and looked at him.
“Wisdom!” he called and adjusted his
eyeglass.
Wisdom wore a correct uniform of white
and green. He never hesitated to tock-in
properly and combed his hair. He had an
attractive complexion which drives girls
crazy making them to have fantasies about
him before going to bed each night.
“Morning, Sir” he greeted Mr Anuma again
smiling seriously.
“You look absolutely exquisite in your
uniform”
Wisdom scratched his head for the
unexpected grammar.
“You know what, Wisdom?” Mr Anuma
continued. “I don’t want you to expostulate
on the obstreperous students disturbing
this school this morning because that
shows you’ve deviated from your
responsibilities”
“Thank you, Sir”
“No, the response isn’t efficacious. You
should be apologizing”
“Oh, I’m sorry sir”
“You may go, now”
Wisdom smiled out after apologizing for
what he didn’t know about.
“Na me carry my problem come greet this
man this morning oh. I for just waka pass.
Now he has finished me with grammar” he
thought in pigin English as he walked
towards the junior section.
He could see students doing their morning
duties and other senior students like him
hanging around with their friends-male and
female. Many admired and greeted him,
especially Jennifer who had been looking for
a way to capture his heart. She was with her
two friends, Calista and Melody under a palm
tree discussing about their previous
holidays. They were on a green skirt and
white long sleeve shirts. They plaited their
hair which fell on one side of their cheek.
Anybody who sees them will think they are
sister due to how they relate with one
another.
Melody could see how lustfully Jennifer was
staring at Wisdom.
“O-girl take it easy oh!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t mind her, she behaves as if she
hasn’t seen a boy before” Calista added
before Jennifer turned to them.
“You won’t understand how i feel whenever
i see him” she said with a low voice and her
friends stared at her.
“How i wish he feels the same way for me”
she added.
“Come on, girl! You can’t stoop yourself so
low to him” Melody said.
“I’m ready to ask him out”
“Jeez!” Calista exclaimed. “Don’t even try
such a thing!”
“But i love him!”
“Love gbakwa uko!” Melody shouted angrily
and dragged a palm leave down. She began
to plug them off one after the other.
Jennifer still wanted to pour out her feelings
but the sound of the bell put back the words
into her mouth.
“Hey, go to the assembly ground!” Wisdom’s
voice echoed from a distance…
*
Mrs Desmond, Tochi’s mother was at the
backyard of her local house draining water
from a drum when Tochi came out. She
wore oversize skirt and a black top without
a bra. Her breast dangled when she jumped
down the stairs. Her hair was unkept and on
her feet were bathroom slippers. She looks
beautiful but her dirt overshadowed her
beauty.
“Good morning, mama” she began to
scratch her b—tt.
The mother brought out her head from the
drum and turned.
“Tochukwu!”
“Mama”
“I thought you have gone to school. I have
already talked to the principal and he said
you can start school”
“You mean Winners International school?”
“Yes!”
“Okay, mama!” she rejoiced and rushed into
the bathroom.
*
Student gathered on the assembly ground.
They sang and prayed waiting for the
principal to come and addressed them. But
before then, the senior prefect, Wisdom
climbed up looking charming. Jennifer’s
heart melted into her stomach.
“Hey!” Mr Anuma shouted at a student from
a distance and all their concentration went
there expecting to hear the next grammar
that will come out from his mouth.
“Your voluminous skirt should be weeny.
Then after your punishment, you explain to
me unequivocally why it is so!” he
completed and all the students on the
assembly ground laughed. Even Wisdom
couldn’t help it.
“Silence please” he said and all attention was
given to him.
He continued, “As we wait for the principal
to come up, i will like to use this opportunity
to welcome you back to a new term…”
“Welcome too!!” Jennifer interrupted from
the crowd.
“Thank, you” Wisdom smiled at her and she
gave him an attractive wink. Of course she
was good looking and beautiful to be
admired..
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Looking back, I somewhat wished I never requested Tunde’s help on matters of the heart. However, I take solace in the fact that he saved me from plunging into a marital booby trap which Grace was determined to plunge me into.
While Tunde was my right-hand man, Grace was simply my woman at hand and heart. I met Grace at a Freshman function in the University. We had just resumed after a six-month strike. The joy and ecstasy of university matriculation pushed us all to the motion ground. After snapshots, there was a party at the university hall.
“Good morning pretty”, my 18-year- old bristling smile shone like stars.
“Good morning”, the young pretty Grace responded, extending a hand.
 We exchanged contacts and met regularly on campus. From dates to chance meetings, we never lost sight of each other. Soon, we started dating and began a life of oneness that I was so assured of. There was a calm, a lull, an emotional relaxation and connection I felt with Grace that assured me it was all Uhuru. As the relationship progressed through our 100 and 200level years, I offered her with love and gifts, sex and bliss. We were so used to each other that we started I literally put my life in her hands. She knew most of my friends. Most fatally, She knew Tunde.
Under normal circumstances, I should address Tunde as my elder friend, considering the vast age difference between us. As at the time we met, during my 100 level years, he was 28- some 10 years older than me. A law student with a knack for grammar and history, Tunde was also experienced in women matters. In fact, I learned all I did with Grace from Tunde. The k..!$$ing. The intense s..ck!ng of the n..!pp|es. The fing..$ring and intense li..ck!ng of the neth..3r regions. The forceful gag of Grace with my then v..!rqinin c..0ckk. Which was why I discussed practically every matter between Grace and I with him. So, on a particular weekend our 300 level first semester, we hung out at the university staff club over beer.
“Tunde, I have an issue ooo”
“Shoot bro”
“It’s about Grace. I want to really spend the rest of my life with this girl. But I need to be sure of her loyalty.”
The plan was hatched. Hatched, then butchered by Tunde. He explained to me. He would draw closer to Grace, ask her out on a date. Test her resolve. If she acceded to him, then she is not for me. If she didn’t and goes ahead to report to me, then she is my ideal woman. I consented to the idea, trusting the fidelity of both parties to me.

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She was so feisty in her own style and she would often laugh and call my name in a whisper (ha ha ha ……Mouth) and suddenly ride me fast with a long hymn of “uuuuugh…… uuuuuuugh…..yeah…..f....vvkk”. I was becoming afraid, praying she doesn’t do some abracadabra stuff.
I lifted her up and stood with her thinking to myself ‘if this was a buggy ride, i’d better hold the reins’.
Hanging her body in mid air, i started slamming her p..usshy hard from underneath, in an upward direction her until i heard the words “i’ve not done this style before”.

It came out like a plea, like she was complaining about her sweet excitement. She was getting heavier and my thrusts slower, so I lay her on her side and entered from behind her, we were lying side by side and she started moving her waist back to meet mine.
It was a nice and beautiful position, i started t..hrustting faster and harder, she m..0aned and moved to meet my pace.
She was m..0aning, i was grunting and we were bleeping. My d..!ck started thrusting freely, she was w..etter and suddenly she whispered “i’m coming”.
Her words seemed to stimulate my own hormones and i felt myself about to come too.
In a couple of seconds, she moved her b..vtt0cks back to meet me with such force and i retaliated with the same equal force and then she cried out “oh my God……… Mouuuuuuuuth” and as i thrusted away, i j..erked and felt myself come too.
We lay down there for a while and since her family was not back, we got our strength back and was on round two when we heard their car drive in.
She quickly dressed up and waited for them all to go onto the house, then stayed in my house a couple of minutes more before she went out the gate and back in, heading straight for their house. I watched her from my window as she reached their burglary proof, she knocked and her sister came out and opened it for her.
Then i stared at my junior and warned him “don’t put me in trouble oo”.
Then having had a beautiful evening, watched a movie and slept innocently. How was i to know what was in store waiting for me the next day.
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My husband had a very demanding job at the hospital and he was never home. As a surgeon in a renowned hospital in town, he would get phone calls even in the middle of the night, to rush out and try to save lives.
I was just 26 and at the height of my s3zual desire. A couple of times my husband had left me in bed wanting more, as he rushed to the hospital. At my age all I wanted was s3z-s3z-s3z, but my husband was not giving me enough, which disappointed me a lot.
There were times he would spend the night in the operating room and return home in the early morning. My attempts to initiate s3z then would be futile, since he was too tired to satisfy me. I decided to purchase toys like vibr@t0rs and d!|d0s, but they weren’t enough. I needed a man, breathing hot air while slamming hard into my pvzzy. 
I loved my husband because he was a dedicated man and in my s3zual hunger and desperation I would visit the hospital for a qu!cck!e, but even then I was not satisfied.
There is one incident that really broke the camel’s back and turned me into a shameless s|vtt. My husband had been locked up performing surgery for over 24 hours. My hormones were going crazy.
I needed a man and fast.
I called my husband but he was not picking up. He had been working for over 30 hours. I decided to check up on him and take him a change of clothes. I had to wait 30 minutes before he could get a break. We went into the doctors’ quarter, where he could change. As soon as he closed the door behind us I jumped on him, planting hot k!zzes on his cold l!pps.
‘Baby, I want you. Please fvvkkc me. Fvvkkc me on this table right now,’ I begged.

Looking into his weary eyes, I started undressing to motivate him. I know my body was great, my b0/0bs were pert and full and that morning I had shaved my pvzzy. This was enough to give any man a hard-on.
He sat down on the couch to watch me UnCloth. When I pulled down my pants I saw a hint of interest in his eyes at the sight of my well-shaven, teen-like pvzzy. But it didn’t last long. I ran to him and tore off his shirt sending the buttons flying all over the room.
‘Baby I don’t have much time, I have to get back to surgery,’ he said.
His protest was too weak for my raging hormones and I fished out his c0kkkc. It was not yet er3-ct but I knew with a little svvkcing it would rise to its towering length. In less than 30 seconds the long, hard d!!kkc filled my mouth and I knew I would get a nice fvvkkc.
I had to ride him because he was too tired. All he had to do was keep that c0kkc er3-ct and inside me and leave the rest to me. I pushed him back on the couch and climbed on top of him, using my left hand I parted my pvzzy l!pps. Before his d!kkc could go the full length inside me the pager and the intercom blared.
‘Dr Shepard, you are needed into room 567B, emergency, please hurry.’
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Gail left me with my thoughts and my c0kcc in my hand.  The reality of what had just happened washed over me like the water from the shower head.

My Girlfriend's mum had just svkkced the cvmm out of the end of my d!kkc and l!kkced it clean without spilling a drop.

My emotions ran wild, all cascading into one big hard c0kkc ready for more action. I was in for a cent may as worth make it a dollar I thought. I washed my hair, the water carrying the suds all over my body. I finished it off with the detachable head in my hands running the water all over crevices of my body.

I grabbed the towel I had used before and dried myself off. 

The thoughts about my girlfriend Helen and how I was doing the wrong thing by her had completely left me. Really Mrs T was her Mum if it came to it well she could try and explain it.

But I wasn’t worried about it anymore.

In fact I was now so fvkkkcing h0rrnyyy my c0kkc hurt as it pulsed and I wanted to go and get it in her as deep and as hard as possible.

I threw the towel over my shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. I saw Gail’s door open so I headed straight there. I had been in her room before but never with her in it. I knew where she kept her lube for the nights I fvkkkced Helen's azz, always putting it back where she kept it.

Gail was lying on the bed with her legs spread as wide as could be and her fingers were working her pvsys sliding in and out of her nice wet hole.

"Well you decided to join me... do you want more little boy?" she asked.

"Yes Mrs T... I want A LOT more." I replied.  

"Well get over here and fvkkkc your mother-in-law to be." she barked. I walked to the side of the bed and guided my c0kkc to her mouth. Looking back at me she said.

"Oh silly boy - on the bed! I have svkkkced that monster clean already."

I was shocked. Helen loved svkkkcing my c0kkc at any opportunity. Before I fvkkkced her, during fvkkkkced her and after fvkkkced her.

I jumped on the bed and straight between Gail’s legs. I throbbed at the thought of being inside her.

"Stop Tom" she said looking straight at me.

"It’s time to return the favour don’t you think? Well I don’t care what you think as they say 'Down Boy'." she said a strong conviction in her voice. I like l!kkkcing pvvsys so this was no chore, although it wasn’t what I usually did with Helen. I generally just fvkkkkced her when and how I wanted.

I slid down k!zzing her belly as I went.

My mouth reached her pvvsys lips. They were drenched with her love juice and I lapped hungrily. The more directly I l!kkced, the more Gail squirmed on the bed.

"That’s it Tom lick it, stick your tongue inside me deep inside me. L!kkc my inner walls go on do it. ooohhhhhhh fckkkc yes!"

I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could and l!kkced it along her inner walls, they were soooo soft. Her pvvsys juice now coated my face. I put in two fingers on either side of her lips and spread her as wide as possible then l!kkkced her like a dog would lap up water from a bowl. I continued with long constant strokes ending at her c|!t with a little flick. Then back inside her again and again I held her walls, pushing against my fingers so I rubbed then as I l!kkced my body propped on my elbows.

"That’s a good boy Tom. Yes, yes, yes l!kkc it l!kkc your mamma’s pvvsys good boy." she continued to say, her pitch raising higher with every word. Her body started to shake and her h!pps thrust into my face. I let go of her hole and wrapped my arms around the under lower part of her back and clamped my face to her dripping hole and l!kkkced and svkkkced riding this bronco ride for all it was worth.

"Aaarrrgg yess yessss fvkkkc yesss Toooooooooom you fvkkkcing good little fvkkkcing boy arrrgggg ooooohhhoooooo." she screamed. Her hands grabbed my hair and pinned my face to her pvvsys holding me there as she thrashed about the bed until she was complete.

Releasing my face and hair from the tight grip she held me with.

"Clean it Tom. You have to clean all my juices off before you can fvkkkc me." she said breathlessly, her hair was wet and sweat covered parts of her body. I l!kkced her as she had told me to running my tongue all over her, down her legs and between her ass cheeks.

I had never let myself go like this ever and I loved it all. She wasn’t only my mother-in-law to be, she was now my fvkkkcing teacher and she was very very good at it.  

"Did you like the taste of me Tom?" she asked leaning up on her elbows, her legs still spread nice and wide her pvvsys clean shaved and looking totally fvkkkcing amazing.  

"Oh yes Mrs T, you taste incredible. I have never enjoyed eating pvvsys as much as that ever in my life before."

"Well you need more training Tom, but I think you will be alright in the end." she said like a school teaching giving me a grade for my report card.

"So let’s see how good you are with the beautiful c0kkc. Does it need svkkkcing?" she asked. My c0kkkc had only been soft once since I arrived and that was after my cvmmm unloaded into Gail’s mouth with her swallowing every drop. 

It didn’t take long to get ready again and had stayed that way ever since.

"I am ready Mrs T. Look!" I said jumping to my knees on the bed, my c0kkc standing high and hard.
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I am from a deeply religious family, my parents have been very strict in raising I and my siblings. Growing up in the house of Mr and Mrs Olatunde was hard enough. My dad is a typical Ogbomosho man, strong, commanding and intelligent. He hardly tolerates any nuisance. He handled us with an iron fist. We had strict rules & guidelines, and whoever disobeyed was severely punished.
My parents are also very religious people. We are devoted Catholics, no one in my house was permitted to miss a mass, even if you were sick, it had better be Ebola virus, else you must be in church.
I was quite active too, I was an alter girl, I also joined the legion of Mary.
My life revolved around 3 places; school, home and church. I dare not step out of the house for a minute without a vivid reason. I attended a girls-only school, so boys were off limits. Mum and dad took every little opportunity to remind me that as the last born and only girl, I was so precious to them. They wanted me to grow into a decent woman, who would make them proud. I was everyone’s pet. My elder brothers David and Daniel were always there for me. Though 4 and 2 years older than me respectively, we were best of friends.
At 16, I was a shy, easy going princess. I had developed quite well for my age. I had a slim figure, I had a fairly good height for a lady with gently curved h..!ps. My gentle dark eyeballs reflected my light African skin. I was a beauty to behold, and mum always reminded me of that. She had warned me repeatedly never to go near boys, whom according to her were “Wolves who are ready to devour” waiting to plunder and destroy my future.(That was their simple and single illustration about boys)
Dad kept a tight leash on me. Every Friday he would drive me to church practice, and pick me up when I’m done. Other kids made fun of me for being a “daddy’s girl”. I protested and declared that I was old enough to find my way to the church. Hence dad agreed that David should take me instead. He gave us a stern warning “you must never divert on your way to church!”

I was glad at last that I had gained a part of my freedom, Little did daddy know that Friday’s practice in church would be the beginning of the greatest mistake of my life.
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This is a story about my first time with a very pretty and hot chick named Lily…

Before we get down to it, let me describe this hawt chic to you.

Lily is an insanely pretty girl with big beautiful eyes, full lips (Oh, I love those), an absolute body to die for, voluptuous t!ts, wide hips and that azz!!! (OMG)

She has the shape that just wants me to jump her bones so bad, a mixture of beauty and s3zziness… She knew what she has and her confidence level is through the roof (The main thing that attracted me to her, other than those t!tts of course).

Here is what happened to us, and

I live in the same neighbourhood as lily so we’ve seen each other a few times during her walks to and fro.

During one of our few talks, she said she likes to walk because it’s therapeutic, and I’ve invited her over multiple times to ‘hang’ but there is always an excuse and the hang eventually ‘hangs’,

Recently we saw each other again on Friday evening on her way back from work and we said hi to each other and she asked if the offer to hang out still stands.

What? Of course, it still stands, I said in my mind overjoyed. She then went further, said she wanted to wind down through the weekend, her week has been really hectic.

I asked if she wanted she can hang out with me all weekend, as I don’t have any plans, she smiled and said okay that she has to go change and she’ll see me later, I went home and after she came, I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts because I was lifting weights. I wanted to show off my big biceps.

She was wearing a white T-shirt and blue palazzo pants, the shirt accentuated the shape of her t!tts looking closely I realized she didn’t wear a bra…and the pants hugged her hips (she was one of the few that could make casual look s3zzy).

I excused myself to shower and change into something more comfortable, we settled and shared a meal we had ordered, we then went to the couch to watch something on tv (can’t really remember what, my attention was on her) I noticed her discomfort as she was wincing in some kind of pain.

I asked what it was and she said her neck was stiff (that wasn’t the only thing that was stiff around here) her n!pp|es were too because of the chill in the room as a result of the air conditioner running for hours…

I jokingly offered to massage her and her response was quick as she said

“Yes please”, she immediately got between my leg with me behind her, when I first touched her neck, she froze before she visibly relaxed and I started massaging her neck and we both got into it and she got really comfortable and was making some noise, like a contented sigh or something.

It turned me on more than I care to admit, after releasing most of the knots in her neck she asked me to do her shoulders too…

With my breath on her neck and chill in the room, she had goosebumps and with me so close to her I could perceive her feminine scent which was intoxicating!!!

Massage session continued and she asked me to do back too, I slid both my hands between us and was kneading and pressing her back I went lower and lower right to her waist and back up again, this went on for a while as she was so into it (I know because she was shamelessly m0@ning).

I was kneading her ribcage right beneath her t!tts when she grabbed my hand and planted on her right br3@st and squeezed, I was already so hard she leaned back on me and Said

“I know what you want I can feel how turned on you are, I want the same thing”
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Two years ago, I met someone on a hookup date. I mean, she is hot and fire. From the moment I saw her in the club, she was giving me vibes that she was ready to get down and dirty with me. We barely made it to the car, we b*nged and ended up in the hotel and continued for almost 4am that night.

We became friends with benefits. I liked her personality alot cos she makes me laugh alot. She does not take life too seriously. I had a fiancée then but we were having issues, my fiancée was stressing me out and I was developing cold feet. We decided to give other some space and that is when I met Ms. Fire cracker as I call her.

About two months later, I broke up with my fiancee…me and Ms. Firecracker now went full on. Although she was fun, she made me know right from day one, that she was not looking for marriage cos she was married before and she had a really bad experience, so she does not want to marry anymore.

Strange thing for a girl to say right? She is half Nigerian, half American. Relocated to Nigeria about six years ago. She is about her career (a radio presenter) and does not want anything that will hold her down. Since I met her, I have been nothing but very happy. It radiates to the extent that my elder sister insisted on meeting her. She met with my elder sister and they clicked very fast.

My sister quickly made sure my girl met my mom. And my mom became head over heels with my girl. So, what may be the problem you may ask? Anytime, anyone brought up the issue of marriage, my girl just freaks out. She went through serious trauma in the hands of the n*gga that she married. She does not even want to talk about it.

Few months ago, our family pastor called me to say that God gave him a revelation that Ms. Firecracker is my wife but she would give me pain. That I should not allow the distractions make me loose my destiny. I told him about my girl was saying and he asked me to give him her number.

After the pastor called her, she got really upset. She broke up with me and told me to forget about her. I told her I love her and she said…I can never love you…there is no love in me to give you…any love I have is over…I do not believe in love anymore. I like you and that is enough.

Those words really broke me. She blocked me on communication platform. I thought her feelings would prove she could love me, so I gave her some time to calm down. When she didn’t call me ..I went to her place and she opened the door, telling me she had a guest inside her house so she couldn’t let me in. That means, a man was inside.
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This is coming from a frustrated woman. When I was 17 years old, I made a mistake and got pregnant for a boy in the same street. I was foolish and thought it was love. Of course, the boy denied me. I was scared of abortion cos of the horrible things I heard about it. My parents disowned me. Only my grandma assisted me. I lived with grandma until I had my baby girl.

To survive, I did all kind of odd jobs, selling food stuff, working in peoples farms, house girl,etc. A divorcee in the church I attended took interest in me and started helping me. He wanted to marry me and promised to send me to school. We got married when my daughter was 4 years old and I was able to start and complete my HND in two and a half years.

We agreed that I will wait until after I completed my OND. After the OND, I was still unable to get pregnant. He became impatient. It became all about having a child. I told him, why not let me start my HND while waiting to get pregnant. He refused and said I will not further my education until I give him children.

My husband began to be mean to my daughter, saying she was the one responsible for me not being pregnant. That my daughter did not want another sibling, so she is a witch and wants me not to have a baby. For peace sake, I sent my daughter back to my grandma.

After a while, I noticed my husband started moving with a particular woman, also a divorcee, cheating on me with her. Funny thing is this woman is related to our church pastor and the pastor did not do anything about it.

When I went to complain to the pastor, the pastor said called the relative to confront her. She was so rude and arrogant, saying that my husband is the one coming after her, begging her for a baby…that my husband told her , that he married me out of pity and that she is already pregnant for him.

Hearing that she was pregnant was like a stab to my chest. The pastor said he cannot do anything since she was pregnant already for my husband. I watched as my husband married this woman traditionally and got her an apartment. He would spend most times with her, hardly spending any time with me. I felt so miserable and suicidal most times.

With the help of God, I got a job as office assistant in an office. I did so well that I became a supervisor very fast. My company decided to pay for my school fees for me to complete my HND. I started school again for my HND program. A few months after working, the manager called me for a meeting in his office.

The Manager told me that he admires my handwork and that is why he wanted the company to encourage my education. He then said that the scholarship will not be for free. That I have to show him appreciation. I was confused. I knew what he was saying but I told him I am married so I cannot do that. He said oh, alright…sorry I didn’t know.

After I left his office, I did not know he was going to do anything but after my first semester, the company stopped paying for my school. And my meager salary cannot pay for my schooling. I had to take start online business to support myself. I made online sales of clothing and I was barely able to manage through my HND first year.
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