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got married last August 2021. We dated for two years with only one issue. That issue was the fact that girls were always flocking around him and I feel he does not do enough to drive them away. He says what do I expect him to do when girls always flirt with him. I always tell him to let them know he is taken, but he will just laugh over the matter and says its not his fault that he is handsome. Well, he is quite handsome and that is his biggest flaw. He knows it…he is boastful about it. I do not like how it makes him feel…he is not humble at all. I tried to end the relationship but he will always beg me, saying he needs me in his life to help him remain grounded and not get carried away by all these female attention he gets. Eventually, he began to act maturely and that gave me some comfort to proceed with the marriage plans. Since we have been married, all is ok … God blessed us and I am pregnant with our first child. Pregnancy is a serious challenge for me being my first time. So, I have to rely on my hubby to do alot of things for me like shopping, cleaning, etc. My husband actually likes to help because he does not want me to stress myself or the baby. So, like I said, I have been asking him to help with the groceries and he has been helpful. But last week, I went to the groceries without husband in the supermarket close to our house. After shopping, one of the sales girls who is a very nice girl greeted me very warmly as usual. She mentioned that she has not seen me since and I explained that I have not been feeling well but that my husband has been coming to the supermarket for me. This girl told me that she wants to tell me something very important and that I should give her my no. I was a bit surprised at her boldness because I thought she wanted to beg for money or something . However, I gave her the number because she is always a sweet girl to me whenever I come to shop. When this girl closed her shift, she called me and told me that she wants to tell me something but I must guarantee that I will never tell anyone she was the one that told me. She first asked if I was alone cos she will not say anything if someone was with me. After assuring her that I was alone, she then revealed that if not that she has known me for a while, she would have minded her business. But that she wanted me to know that her supervisor has been flirting seriously with my husband and she thinks my husband is encouraging her to do so. This girl revealed that she saw her supervisor ask my husband for his phone, he gave it to her and she out her phone number in it. That my husband just smiled and went away. That the same supervisor bragged with another female colleague that she would do all in her power to get my husband. Continue Reading... https://tiktalkhub.com/true-life-story-women-flirt-with-my-husband-he-says-its-not-a-big-deal/10/01/2022/ |
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My eyes were barely open when I reached out my right hand, groping in the space next to me. It was empty. I opened my eyes and sighed. He had left for work. Kevin and I have been married for five years, and it seemed we drift apart a little further each year. Take our morning routine for instance. In the first year, I would wake up with him every morning, make him some breakfast and have a quick conversation before he left for work. Then by the second year, he confessed to me that eating so early was not really ideal for him. I admit I was a little relieved. He left for work at 6 am every day and dragging myself out of bed to make a hot meal was taking its toll. But I still got up with him, made him some coffee and we have a quick chat before he left. By the third year, even that was tasking for me and he preferred taking a shower and getting out as quick as possible anyway. So, he would wake me up with a k!-$$ on the head, another light one on the lips, say, “see you later, honey,” and leave for work. I would smile, fluff the pillows and tried to get a bit more sleep before our toddler woke up. Now, there was no k!-ss. I would wake up and he would be gone. No special good mornings or ‘see you laters.’ And to be honest, it really did not bother me. But I do fear that, soon, all the other sweet things we did for one another will end too. I tossed, attempting to get comfortable but I already knew, as soon as I opened my eyes, that sleep was impossible. My skin was warm and my body was tingly. I was nak3-d except for my panties and as I turned, my n!-pples grazed against the silk sheets. I shivered slightly. I had not had s3-x in over six months – another thing dying in our marriage. S3-x at the beginning was hot and steamy. Usually, the first round lasted barely a couple of minutes. But Kevin always made it up to me. He would go down and eat me till I was drained and satiated. After which he would be ready for another round and this time, we could go for hours. Sometimes, we spent three to four hours in bed. It was bliss. Now, he barely made out time for us to fv-ck. Even when he did, he would thrust in and out and be done within seconds. After which he would turn around and go to sleep. We might not have had s3-x for six months, but I have been h0-rny for much, much longer. I reached for my phone and began to scroll through what I called my ‘special videos.’ I tried to find something that will go perfectly with my morning session. I looked through my favourite ones – all kinds of girl-on-girl action. I watched one girl sit on her office desk while another, on her knees, buried her head in her c-unt. The one on the desk threw her head back. I imagined I was her as I slid my hand all the way down, slipping it in my panties. I was hot and moist. I slid a finger in and gently rubbed as I held up my phone with my other hand. The girl on my screen m0-@ned and I did too. I pushed two fingers into my c-unt and rubbed, soaking my hand in my wetness. The head-giver in the video went harder, shaking her head vigorously from side to side as she hungrily devoured that c-unt. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to have my pv-ssy munched on like that. Three fingers in, then four as I stretched my pv-ssy to the brim. In and out, I pumped while making sure I got so deep that I was feeling it in my belly. I watched the girl on the desk. Her m0-@ns were louder and it looked like she even had tears in her eyes. I envied her. I loved getting fv-ccked so good I was in tears. My eyes drifted to her br3-@sts that peeked through the white shirt she wore. I watched them bounce up and down she got eaten. Harder and harder, I fv-ccked myself with my hand. My eyes were locked on my screen as my body began to tremble. I felt it coming, building, driving through my every core and headed straight to my pv-$$y. My eyes were tightly closed now as I exploded, cvmm pouring out of me and onto my hand. Waves and waves of org-@sm washed over me. I m0-@ned deeply as I one, two, three sqv-irts escaped me and landed on my hand and the sheets underneath me. As I wound down, my pv-ssy still throbbing, I knew I would not stay in a s3-xless marriage. I needed more and I had to find a way to get it. Continue Reading…. https://tiktalkhub.com/tale-of-a-freaky-wife-how-i-reach-hugasm-when-my-husband-is-not-around/22/11/2021/[b][/b] |
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“madam no vex, i bin no sleep yesterday wen i dey drive oga go airport” the driver complained referring to her dad. “just dey go jor!” jennifer said with pidgin english. “where i go drive una go?” the driver enquired unsure. “the joint!” jennifer said. “ok madam” the driver said and started the suv. The joint was not the name of the place they were going, it was just a slang coined by Jennifer and her friend to refer to the Club where they usually go to party every weekend. Jennifer always used the slang as a substitute especially when her parents were with her. Mr. Owolabi had traveled to UK the previous day for a political summit leaving Jennifer and her stepmother behind which gave her enough space to gallivant about. Jennifer and her stepmother had a perfect relationship which made her wonder atimes whether her biological mother really loved her to let her come to Nigeria. Jennifer was brought to Nigeria by her father after her parents divorced when she was just four, at that tender age, she was kept in a solitary confirment in her house which deprived her from learning the Naija lingua franca, so when she got admitted to the same boarding school with Emeka she started to learn the language, but her style of speaking pidgin was was quite funny because it was pronounced with phonetics. “where is the joint?” emeka enquired puzzled. “don’t worry, that’s my second suprise for you, when we get there you’ll know!” jennifer explained. Emeka did not pushed the question further even though time was not on his side, he was having a really nice time and he didn’t want to use his interrogation to spoil it. All this while, they were both holding hands and swinging it like a jangolova. Jennifer slowly turned and pecked Emeka on his cheek but this time he did not resist, Emeka reciprocated the gesture and it suddenly turned into a french k!-ss. Their lips were interlocked with them holding each other by the neck. Jennifer was a good k!-ssee, if there was anything she knew how to do best after partying it definately had to be k!-$$ing. The driver who was roughly in his early 50s was staring at them through the front window but could say nothing. He had seen Jennifer do worst than that so it wasn’t anything. The driver would sometimes drive Jennifer to “The joint” where she usually goes to meet different guys and when her father inquired from him where they drove to, he would lie that he drove her to her friend’s place. Jennifer had as much control on him than her father who he was working for. Perhaps he was also chopping the kpomo! They got to the club and alighted from the SUV, they walked towards the gate to meet two fierce looking bouncers at the entrance, Jennifer walked passed them while they hailed her, she was a regular there who always ‘dashed’ them money. Emeka was about crossing then one of the bouncers stopped him, Jennifer looked back to the bouncer and gave him a look that Emeka was with her. They walked inside the club and could hear the sound of music blaring hysterically from the speakers placed at strategic locations inside the club. Jennifer already knew her way around the club so she took him to the dance floor, the place was dark with only transparant light shining about, they joined the vast majority of people dancing, the roof was on fire as they rock to the music, Emeka also displayed his best dance moves, he had totally forgotten that he detest dancing in public, Jennifer was also twerking on his d!-ckk she could be mistaken for Shakira jnr with the way she was whining her waist. They had been dancing for the past three hours, Jennifer then dragged Emeka from the dance floor to an extreme of the club, she opened the door but everywhere was dark, the place was called “the darkroom” that’s where people enter to do crazy stuff, Emeka started hearing sound of m0-@ning that’s when the dream he had earlier that day began to play in his head. Jennifer was the light skinned Lady whom he had s3-x with in his dream…. Continue Reading… https://tiktalkhub.com/she-pull-my-belt-yeeeee-my-oga-daughter-won-finish-me/22/11/2021/[b][/b] |
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Hello, my name is ‘Folabi, i drive a cab for a living. Don’t worry am not an illiterate,i finished from OOU. I studied psychology, came out with a 2.2 and dont insult my school, not unless you want an ass-whopping. If you finished from OOU of recent, you will notice the tiring and unyielding process of getting a certificate out. I was meant to start a nice decent white collar job but for the most part of it, It didn’t happen. My folks stay in Abeokuta, but as a rebellious child that I am, I left home for school in Ijebu Igbo and never went back to Abeokuta asides on visits during the holidays. My father is exactly my biggest fan because I changed universities a couple of time due to cult wahala. Moving on, after finishing in school, I moved to lagos with or without my parent’s blessing. Not my first time in lagos anyway, during school I followed a cult squad to bust a guy in lagos,I was the driver, it kinda felt like Jason Statham for a bit. I love driving thats one of my hobbies, i have driven all sorts of cars, I was the designated drunk driver for my group, alot of my friends felt safe anytime I drive. The first few months in lagos without a job was crazy. I am managing a minimal accommodation with a friend at Fola Agoro, been a good homely boy that I am, my friend’s uncle owns a private cab company. He gave me a cab to manage for him. I was grateful because I was sick and tired of all the sitting at home, doing nothing and chasing neighborhood girls and bored house wives. I have been doing this for quite sometime now, friday nights are the craziest nights and fun of all, taxi drivers see all sorts of things on that night, things that make the male member jerk in my trousers with all the indecent dressings and some of them changing into outrageous outfits in the cab, they dont usually mind me peeking at them through my rear-view mirror. Last friday night started like the usual one, I had already picked and dropped some ladies on the island. Ladies can like to price cabs despite that my own cab has A.C. How can you hope to take an A.C cab to the island for N800? Hian! I was driving around the town, it was like 11pm. I drove to eCenter at Sabo to chill a bit. Most people who came to eCenter on fridays usually move over to the island for some more intense clubbing. I was having an awesometime looking at what daughters of Eve wore the night. Some times, I think i should actually be clubbing and live my life like some of these people but the thing is I don’t have a choice,I escaped pass in school by whiskers, if I don’t fight for my right to good life, no one will. The simple fact that third class isn’t classified as brilliant spurred me to strive for more. My cab was parked infront of e- Center, when a girl stumbled out of the entrance to the gate. Not really stumbled, she almost tripped, I looked over the floor but nothing was there, parking close to the exit of the building allowed full view of everywhere. She came over to the side of my car, she knocked the window, I pulled the window lever and it came down slowly. She opened her mouth and alcohol oozed out of her breath, “V.I,” she said “Where in victoria island” I asked “Megaplaza” she replied “N3,000 ” I answered She laughed gently, removed her face and looked above my cab, as she did that, her chest was in my full view, her b0*obs were big, her body tone was a problem, she was almost white. Already in my head, i could imagine how red her n!*pples would be. How her areo|a would be, her brazilian hair was disturbing my view and she re-adjusted and brought back her face into the window. “N2,000″ she bellowed with her eyes shut. “You seem like a nice girl, how about N2,500″ i said in my fake British accent which I acquired from watching hundred of hours of American TV shows… She took herself back, surprised with my accent, my favorite accent is British accent.It just rolls off the tongue differently, very s3*xy. She was definitely surprised that I could speak fluent english. I wasnt looking badly myself, I am not ugly that I am sure of. She got into the front seat and that was when I was lost for a second, her s3*xy thighs looked like heaven. she flung her head to the back totally oblivious of the situation, she was stoned for sure. She was high but quite visible that she could still manage herself. I was stealing glances at her when she asked when we would be leaving. I told her I had to do check something in the glove compartment and then we would be off in a second. Her tanktop wasn’t helping matters, imagine if Salma Hayek or Sofia Vergara was wearing a tanktop, that’s disaster for everyone who would be walking or driving. The ignition came on, I wrote some party jams into a cd at home, I put it in and the first song that came off it was M.I ft Brymo- Action film. The speakers in my car are the ones to die for, I brought special speakers myself and yanked out the manufacturer’s own to put mine in. She was brought back to life with the upbeat song, music animal. We got talking, I asked why she was going to Marquee. “My friends are on the island.” she replied “You don’t party alone? How about your boyfriend?” I responded “I broke up with my boyfriend when I moved back in February” she replied in American accent She was responding to me with her head back, trying to catch a little sleep before she gets to Marquee. I was staring hopelessly and for the sake of my life, I wasn’t speeding, i was doing less than 80km/hr. I was enjoying my selection of music as my male member kept pushing me to look into tanktop. I ran into the smallest pothole I saw, just to make sure the b0*0bs fall out of the tanktop. It almost fell off somewhere along 3rd mainland as I swerved away from one stupid driver who was trying to overtake me, some part of her areo|a showed. She came back to life with that swerve. She looked around, almost like trying to recollect where she was. she saw me, and noticed my hard-on and totally ignored. She opened her bag to look for her phone, she brought it out and no call had come in yet. She was feeling uncomfortable at her side, we were almost entering into V.I, we got off the bridge from the Muson Center area. She slipped her hands into her thighs, at this point, i was losing it completely. She m0*@ned out softly “I seriously need a shag, this alcohol isnt helping me at all” Firstly, I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening, that I was merely imagining things… but this is happening for real. I wasn’t sure how to respond to her proposition. I used all the braveness in me, i summoned all the strength i had in me and gently placed my hands on her laps. I was expecting all sorts of insults to rain down from her mouth, in fact, a slap would have been appropriate but what happened next baffled me more. She did nothing! This definitely was gonna be a swell night, i had s3*x a couple of nights ago but this one is definitely gonna be spectacular. I passed through Adeola Odeku,looking for all the long routes to the destination. I thought of parking in one of the deserted streets on the island but she wasn’t even bulging, she wasn’t stopping me. So, I moved into her temple, my fingers looking for the pleasure zone, trying to locate her c|!toris somewhere down there, pushing ther panty aside, she was all wet like a rainy morning. She let out a small m0*an….. Continue Reading… https://tiktalkhub.com/big-chestthighs-like-heaven-my-friday-night-cab-seexcapade/20/11/2021/ |
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My name is Eva (not real name). I am 24 years old and I am pregnant. I grew up in a Christian and over protective home. I never had a boyfriend from secondary school to university. My parents and religion made me keep away from such carnal affairs. After my final year, I was posted to Adamawa for my youth service. I was attached to a ministry for my assignment. That was how I met Ahmed. Ahmed is a civil servant who works in the ministry of Agric where I was posted. He is a Christian but he also attends moslem activities cos his father is a moslem. Ahmed was very nice to me and very friendly. I do not know if he did something to me but I found myself falling helplessly in love with him. He was so caring and loving. To the extent that I used to dream of having s*x with him. Note, I was a virgin and never had feelings this serious for anyone. We became so close that he would drop me home everyday from work. People were even gossiping about us but we did not care. It was like I was so drawn to him like someone under a spell. He started kissing me and before long, caressing me. I told him I was a virgin and I won’t have s*x until I am married. Ahmed told me he has a fiancée but since he met me, he thinks he will be making a mistake to go ahead and marry his Fiancée cos he is so in love with me. I believed him ma. He started talking about marriage plans. How he cannot wait to see my parents and all that. All his sweet talk made me fall for him, I gave him my V and I got pregnant. I was so surprised cos he is my first and the only time we did not use condom was the first time. After the first time, he used condom but I still got pregnant. I was so scared when I found out and I ran to tell Ahmed. Continue Reading.. https://tiktalkhub.com/messed-up-my-life-after-falling-in-love-for-the-first-time-in-24-years-pls-advice/20/11/2021/ |
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