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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.
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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.

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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….

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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…..
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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.
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