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  • My Sexcapedes (Episode 1)

    My Sexcapedes (Episode 1)

    My Sexcapedes Episode 1

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    👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE ONE: ❣️

    All Suzan wanted from was a regular sxx right under her husband’s roof. But how can I commit such sacrilege against God? How can I sleep with the wife of a man who has sacrificed a lot for me? How can I do that to a blood who was ready to lay down his life for me?

    I am sharing my ordeal with you with a heavy heart. Read my true life story:

    I am Steve by name.

    I am in my late twenties.

    The whole thing started when I finished my National Youth Service.

    My elder brother asked me to come and stay with them while I look for a job. He lived in Lagos with his newly married wife.

    I was really excited with how the whole thing was playing out. Lagos has been my dream place to settle down after school. My mega dream city. I have never been to Lagos state all through my life. So it was a thing of joy that I was not just visiting Lagos only, but I was going there to base.

    I served at a Teaching Hospital, Kafanchan, Kaduna state. I studied Laboratory Science in university.

    I boarded a Luxurious Bus at a place called ‘Forest’ in Kaduna state. I was to go see my parents in Onitsha and spend some time with them before going to Lagos.

    I needed to spend time with my parents. I have missed them; they have missed me too. It’s been a year since I left home. Ever since then, I have never traveled to see them.

    So I spent a month with them in Onitsha.

    Even my elder brother was very eager to see me. We have really missed each other. I was all he had. The baby of the house. Because we were just two that our parents gave birth to.

    He booked my flight from Asaba to Lagos himself because the money he sent to me for my flight from Kaduna to Asaba, I ate it. He found out. It was my father who told him.

    I landed at the Lagos airport successfully. The wife was the person that came to pick me up. It was my first time meeting her. I didn’t attend their marriage. I missed the marriage because of the crisis that happened in Kaduna state that period. So I couldn’t make it home. It was on the phone that I witnessed the whole occasion. A big miss it was. But thank goodness everything went successfully.

    The marriage was not even up to a year.

    My brother’s wife was really an epitome of beauty. She’s the real definition of divinity, stunning, graceful, and endearing feminine. She was a goddess. No wonder people said that my brother went to the market with his eyes wide open.

    She welcomed me with a romant|c hug. You need to see the way I rested my head in between her apple bosoms. Although I am tall, she’s a giant to me. She helped me move my luggages into the car before we zoomed off to the house.

    ‘How was your trip?’. She asked. She had this sxxy voice that melted my heart.

    ‘Fine’, I stuttered.

    ‘I know you must be hungry, but don’t worry, I prepared something special for you’. She added.

    She was very jovial. The way she gisted with me all through the journey, you would think if she was my elder sister. I enjoyed the journey except the Lagos traffic that got me angry. The journey was supposed to take us some minutes but due to traffic, we spent hours before getting home.

    When we got home, I was welcomed by a beautiful edifice. It was my brother’s building. A five bedroom duplex. The house was situated at the heart of ikeja, the capital of Lagos State. Although I knew that my brother had made money, I never knew he was this rich to own such a mansion with a fleet of cars.

    The inside of the house was a paradise on earth. The interiors were made of gold. The appliances were top notch. It was then I knew the secret of my brother’s wife’s beauty. The coldness inside of the building alone was capable of freezing human being. It was like a cold room. In fact, the air conditioners in the building were something else.

    Meanwhile my brother was not home. Business called and he answered. He would be back the following day.

    She has shown me my room. A very spacious room with high-end amenities. The room was an ensuite with a spacious bathroom that has a bathtub and a shower. The size of the bed alone got me shouting. At one point, I giggled as I recalled my sexcapade back then in service. Who flashed my mind was Lucy. She was one of my random girls at the place I served. I just imagine how well she would fit on that bed with her thick body and heavy backside. I also imagined how a rough sxx marathon with her on the bed would taste like. Amid my imagination, my d|ck already hardened.

    My brother’s wife had gone to the kitchen to get me something to eat while I freshen up.

    I just finished taking my bath when she barged into my room. She didn’t even knock. I was in pants when she came in. You need to see how carried away she was, staring lustfully at my manh00d. I had it very very big down there. She was in a short and sxxy transparent tight gown, exposing all her endowments. The two big oranges on her chest stood standing, staring at me. I lost in lust too. But before you could know it, the id|ot in between my legs has started responding to stimulation, surging up its head like a python. Just then, she immediately closed the door and bolted it from inside. Then, she seductively drew herself closer to me. I saw the fire in her eyes. I knew she was coming to devour me like a hungry lion..

    To Be Continued..

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  • Lust For Money (Chapter 1)

    Lust For Money (Chapter 1)

    Lust For Money Chapter 1

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    👫 Lust For Money CHAPTER ONE: ❣️

    Mr. Femi had fallen deep for the lûst of flesh. He was stacked ñákéd as his dîçk stood like a television antenna, staggering sideways, every now and then, like a palm tree under the batter of a heavy wind. He was patiently waiting for Phyna to come out from the bathroom so that he would póûnce on her like a hungry lion.

    Phyna was still in the bathroom freshening up so as to get ready for the business of the day.

    Moments later, a beautiful figure emerged from the bathroom in sédûçtîve style. She had only a towel on her. The reflection of the sunlight pierced unto her, revealing her glittering sèxxy body in amusement of her hungry client who was already licking his mouth amid salivations.

    The moment Phyna sighted the massive snake in-between Femi’s two legs, she smiled. Then nodded her head. She was very much impressed with what she saw. She liked it big. Just then, she pulled the towel off her body. Phyna’s had the bódy. Femi could not get his eyes off her charming body. He was lost in lûst. You really need to see how his dîçk was beckoning on Phyna to come over to the bed so as to get down to business immediately.

    But Phyna was not in a rush. She wanted to mesmerize Femi’s head śèxûàlły. In fact, she wanted to make Femi çûm before the real business.

    Meanwhile, the music was on in the background. Phyna was playing the song via her phone via Bluetooth. Just then, she quickly changed the song to Bóóty Call by D’Banj. Erótîçálly, she lowered her waist and began to twerk séxdûçtîvély to the song.

    Mr. Femi excitedly fed his eyes in éçstásy. Already, he was on cloud nine. Because the séxûálly próvóçátive manner at which Phyna was thrusting her hîp movements was mesmerizing his head. In fact, it could make a man to çûm.

    So when Femi could not hold it any longer, he came down from the bed and joined her on the dancing floor. It was then Phyna had the opportunity to show Femi what the fire does with the rat ear.

    Phyna twerked on Femi, using her fresh and soft curvy bóóty to séxdûçtîvély manháñdléd his máñhóód to the extent he spilled milk out. The manner at which the tick substance was coming out, one would think it was tap water rushing.

    Just then, Femi jumped up from the bed.

    It happened that his séxcápádé with Phyna was all a dream.

    Femi quickly observed his boxers, it was wét. He curiously stretched his hand down there, it was full of thick substance. Spérm!

    ‘God! Not again,’ Femi screamed amid a long sigh. ‘I can’t just get this girl out of my head. This whole thing is getting serious. Now I can’t even control the way I am fantasizing about Phyna. She now tórménts me śèxûàlly in dreams almost every night,’ he paused. ‘It’s the high time I turn these dreams into reality. Phyna! I am coming for you..,’ Femi said as he made way to the bathroom to clean up.

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    The following day, Mr. Femi had to visit Mr. Bayo in his hotel. Bayo was a very good friend to Femi and also a business colleague. The purpose of Femi’s visit was in respect to Phyna.

    Meanwhile, Mr. Femi had only met Phyna once. That day, Mr. Bayo brought Phyna to their gathering. Phyna’s beauty penetrated deep into his eyes. Femi really admired Phyna’s endowments. So It was ever since then that Femi began to like Phyna.

    Phyna was one of Mr. Bayo’s random girls. But she was Mr. Bayo’s favorite girl. Because among Bayo girls, Phyna was the most beautiful and the most super good on bèd. In fact, none of the Bayo’s girls could come close to Phyna in terms of šèxûàl wonders on bed.

    Also, Mr. Bayo was this type of a man who doesn’t keep a bedroom secret. He always discussed with Femi how good Phyna was in bed. Each time he had śèxx with Phyna, he must tell Femi how it happened and the styles Phyna gave him. So this alone was what provoked the śèxûàl bèàst in Femi. To the extent that Femi started having śèxûàl fantasies with Phyna.

    ‘‘Guy, I come because of Phyna,’ Femi began amid merriment.

    ‘Ehhh, what about Phyna?,’ Bayo had to ask.

    ‘Baba, I have told you time with numbers that I like that girl. Please link me up with her. Let me enjoy what you have been enjoying all these while. Guy, give me this babe phone number na. Is it until I dîé that you will understand the šèxûàl tráûma I am passing through because of Phyna..,’ Femi pleaded with Bayo for Phyna’s phone number.

    ‘You dey çráz? How I go give you my own babe phone number?,’ Bayo bàćklàshed Femi.

    ‘Bayo, you don’t have to make this thing difficult for me. This thing no suppose hard like this. We all know dis babe belong to dey street. So if you chop, allow others to chop too. Babe wey suppose reach everybody turn by turn, e reach your turn, you turn an into serious relationship. Don’t be too greedy. Abi you wan make Phyna your second wife?,’ Femi had to ask amid frustration.

    ‘Baba, the way dis babe dey knack, I don’t think I am leaving her anytime soon. I have never seen any girl that fûçks like her in the whole of this Lagos island. Ah! The bebe na lioness on top béd. If she handles you eh, you will confess that Jesus Christ is the Lord. I am not done with her yet. Like I said earlier, I am not leaving her anytime soon..,’ Bayo added.

    ‘Baba, don’t do dis to me na. Abeg help your guy. I wan have a taste of her too. I dey always fantasize about dis babe every night. To the extent I dey even have séxx with her in dreams. Help your guy na. Me and you know say you no go marry this babe..,’ Femi pleaded.

    ‘Oh, you don even dey chop her for dream? Ehh, make due with that na,’ Bayo mocked Femi.

    ‘Guy, abeg na. Please consider your guy..,’ Femi was pleading.

    Silent.

    ‘Baba, before I will even consider self, you have to drop something. It will cost you a lot bcs na my favorite girl we are talking about. Nothing goes for nothing..,’ Bayo broke the silence.

    ‘Guy, name your prize price. I will pay,’ Femi desperately said.

    Mr. Bayo named his price. Mr. Femi did the payment immediately without bargaining. Upon the confirmation of the payment, Bayo had to release Phyna’s phone number to him.

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    Phyna was a goddess. Very èrôtîc by mere looking at her. She was naturally sèxy from head to toes. Very well endowed. And she always dressed to kîll.

    Phyna was yellow in complexion. Tall and slim. She had a cûrvy bôôty with massive hîpś that was so proportional with her séxxy body.

    Phyna sat sèxdûçtîvely in the front of a prado Jeep, crossing her long sèxÿ leg against the other. She wore a cràzy-bum short, revealing her chàrmîñg yellowish and spotless legs to the admiration of her client.

    Mr. Femi was Phyna’s client. A young big fish. He was one of the richest hoteliers in Lagos island.

    Mr. Femi was super excited. Though why wouldn’t he be? As he was about to eat what he had been craving. And to crown it all, what he ordered was triple of what he got. In fact, Phyna was beyond what he expected. Because it was as if Phyna’s beauty was tripling every day by day. As the Phyna Femi saw the last time was nowhere close to the Phyna he was carrying right inside of his vehicle in terms of beauty.

    Femi was taking Phyna to a hotel. Halfway to their journey, Mr. Femi was already áróûséd séxûálly. He couldn’t even wait for them to get to the hotel any longer as he had already started smóóching and cáréssîñg Phyna in the vehicle while driving. You need to see how hard the snake in-between his two legs had become. The îdîót had stretched itself to the final limit, surging its head out from the jean trouser Femi was wearing like a python.

    ‘Hey, be careful. You are driving so don’t lose concentration. You will have enough of me today. So be patient until we get to the hotel,’ Phyna had to advise him when she noticed how carried away he was on the steering wheel.

    ‘You are so tempting. I feel like eating you ràw right inside this vehicle right now. I can’t wait to get to the hotel,’ Femi managed to voice out amid intense śèxûàl craving.

    ‘I understand how hungry of me you are. But be patient, you will have enough of me. I am all yours as long as you want. Na your móñéy. So drive carefully because life is not two; none of us have sparelife at home..,’ Phyna advised.

    But even before Phyna could finish talking, Femi’s one hand was already glued on her láp, rómáñcîñg her lûstfûlly. Phyna stared at him, shaking her head amid a smile.

    ‘Hey, please don’t mind me. The truth is that I can’t just resist you,’ he heaved a heavy sigh. ‘After all, one thing must kîll a man. Besides, if I dîé via the path through which I came to life, then I dîéd a proud déáth,’ Femi said. And they burst into laughter.

    Despite how térriblé the traffic was, Femi managed to maneuver his way to one of his hotels in the heart of Lagos island.

    It was a five star hotel Femi had. The ambience of the hotel alone was very: Superb. Beautiful. Wonderful.

    TO Be Continued

  • A Daughter’s Revenge (Episode 1)

    A Daughter’s Revenge (Episode 1)

    A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 1

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    🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE ONE:

    I was a teenage girl full of naivety. But my rapid growth gave people, especially the male forks, a false impression that I was ripe to devour.

    Men lust after me. All of them wanted to sleep with me despite my immaturity.

    On a fateful afternoon, I had my tray of cooked groundnuts balanced on my head, hunting for customers under the scorching sun.

    ‘Buy your groundnut’.
    ‘Sweet groundnut’.
    ‘Buy your groundnut’.
    ‘Sweet groundnut..’.

    I was shouting while sweating profusely on the road.

    FLASHBACK:
    (on what happened earlier that day)

    Fainting light illuminated the kitchen. It was a hut mounted at the back of the house. I was in the kitchen making dinner.

    Meanwhile I just returned home very tired and weak. Because I have been in the farm working since morning only to come home that hot afternoon to meet a bag of groundnuts waiting for me.

    As I was busy blowing light onto the firewood, my Aunty came approaching me: ‘You are to cook that groundnut in the bag. Make sure you finish selling them before night. It’s three paint-rubbers. Make sure my money is complete. And you have to be fast about it so that you will come home on time to make supper’, she thundered.

    ‘Ah, Aunty, I am weak. I overworked myself on the farm today. Please, I need a rest today…’

    Before I could finish the statement, she landed a dirty slap on me, shutting my mouth up.

    ‘So you have grown so much wings to say otherwise in this house, eh? You are now so big to be talking back at me?,’ she paused and took a stare at me from head to toe. ‘Look at her, Id|ot! If you don’t finish selling that groundnut, don’t bother returning to this house today. Secondly, don’t keep us hungry tonight’, she warned while making her way inside the house. ‘Be fast with that food you are cooking, everybody is hungry in this house’, she added.

    When I was done cooking the food, I called my Aunty to come and do the sharing of the food. That was the ritual in the house — I do the cooking while they do the sharing.

    I immediately emptied the groundnut in a big basin, did the washing and transferred the groundnut in a big pot for cooking. Minutes later, the groundnut was done. So I sieved the water out and allowed the groundnut to cool. After that, I arranged some in a tray and poured the rest in a ‘bagco’ bag.

    I headed off to the market while carrying the tray on my head and the bag in my hand.

    THE LIGHT FADED AWAY.

    BACK TO REALITY:

    ‘Buy your groundnut’.
    ‘Sweet groundnut..’.

    I was shouting amid sweat.

    And as God may have it, people were buying. And my customers were patronizing me as usual.

    I have finished selling one paint-rubber already. I haven’t even gotten to the market. I did all the sales in the street.

    So on my way to the market, a car slowed down and winded down its window. The occupant was an elderly man. And with the way he dressed in his ‘Baba-Riga’ attire, you need no seer to tell you he was very rich.

    “Good afternoon, sir’, ” I greeted him.

    ‘Gooood afternooon’, he answered in admiration. ‘What is a beautiful girl like you selling under this hot sun? ‘, he added.

    ‘Groundnut, sir’, I replied.

    ‘Haba! You are too beautiful to be selling groundnuts’, he said.

    ‘Sir, do you want to buy groundnuts? If yes, how much groundnut do you want?’, I asked.

    ‘I want to buy everything you are carrying including you’, he said while smiling in lust.

    ‘Sir, I am not for sale’, I said.

    ‘Habaaa, stop it. Every woman has a price. Just name your price and I will pay,’ he said while opening his pigeon-hole. He brought out bundles of money, mint. ‘Young lady, I have money. Just name your price and I will pay you twice the money or even more. I like what you are carrying both in the front and in the back..’

    I released a long hiss and started moving, alerting people to buy groundnut. ‘Thank you. I am not interested,’ I said to him.

    He kept trailing me with his car. ‘I just want to brush you up. You have all it takes to succeed in life. Allow me to help you. The only price you have to pay is to allow me to harvest from this your mouth watering farmlands’.

    ‘Like I said earlier, I am not interested, sir. Thank you..’

    ‘Groundnut’
    ‘Groundnut’.

    The name echoed from the closeby shop. I guess it was someone who wanted to buy groundnuts. I was very happy for the call, at least the person has saved me from this so-called hungry beast that has been trailing me.

    I had to divert my movement to answer the caller.

    ‘Not even a goodbye’, his voice echoed.

    ‘Go home, you will get it from your wife,’ I replied.

    I finished selling the groundnuts on time. The money was complete. So I joyfully went home to prepare supper.

    I am Martha Dauda.

    A poor helpless orphan. The only child. I lost my parents to the w|cked and cold hand of d£ad.

    My parents d|ed in a ghastly acc|dent. And ever since the d£ath of my parents, I have faced he|| in the hands of my uncle and his wife. However, If it was left for my uncle, he would have given me out for marriage as a teenager but his wife refused simply because she wanted to use me as a housemaid.

    Meanwhile I came from a place where child marriage was more prevalent. I am from the Northern region of Nigeria. In the place I came from, due to the endemic poverty among the inhabitants, female children were viewed as an additional burden on family resources. As a result of this, the betrothal of female children was used as a strategy for family survival.

    In fact, God took his time to create me specially. I am an epitome of beauty. I am tall. I am chubby. I am chocolate in complexion. I am very busty. I have a very curvy big booty. My endowments were all proportional with my body. I looked so matured. As such, my uncle never lacked suitors for me. It was more like a bidding war. He wanted to give me out to the highest bidder. And the highest bidder happened to be Alhaji Musa. A prominent politician. Alhaji Musa wanted to make me his fourth wife. But as God may have it, my Aunty refused. In fact, it was God that used her to save me from early marriage bondage and prison as most practiced here in the north.

    However, I escaped from the frying pan and ended up in the fire because I was milked. I was drained to zero level. I was bruta||y sentenced into hardship and suffering by my aunt.

    TO Be Continued