Nobela ni Dotun Balogun

Jasmine's voice pulls me back. Heat envelopes me, then chilling cold in the next second. All of a sudden, I feel too shaken to even tremble, and my fingers cramp when I try to move them. Am I even allowed to freak out? Shouldn't I have been preparing myself for this outcome all the while we were together? “William, you shouldn't worry about it.”She pulls the phone away from my face. I can't find it in me to lift my hand toward her, to take the phone out of her hand. I can feel my eyes droop as she continues, “No one would believe this about you, boo.”A dull ache settles in my stomach, and for a second my muscles can't move. I ignore it, and after a few moments I forget it; it goes away. She nods like that settles it. “Everyone knows you're with me.” I nod along with her as I try to force oxygen into my lungs. Why was I so careless? I close my eyes for a brief moment. “Who is this Aton Insider anyway? Would it be possible to bribe them?” Her eyes search mine as she says it, an un

I start heading in the direction of his room, moving in a jog at first. I keep repeating to myself: he won't do that. Every repetition makes me doubt my words more. I break into a run a few steps in, I can't stop my hands from moving, or these tears from filling my eyes. I keep bumping into things, as only the warning lights are on. The school is reduced to red silhouettes of halls and passages I know so well. If I am caught out of my room at this time of night, I will be given at least detention. I reach his room in record time, and no one sees me slinking through the halls. I knock on his door like the maniac he has reduced me to. Banging out a steady rhythm for a minute. “Dude!” I turn around to find Peter, another classmate of mine from the next room, in pyjamas, eyes red and angry, “What the fuck? Some of us are trying to sleep.” My body is vibrating too hard for me to speak. Timothy's door opens, and he pulls me in and bangs it closed so hard I almost land on my ass

A smile forces its way up my face. “I’m… wow—that’s amazing. Isn’t it in Germany?” Her brows crease. “Yes.” She hesitates, looking at my hands where they hang at my sides. “I‘ll learn the language as I go.” “So when do you leave?” I ask. I hope my voice doesn’t sound how I feel.She shrugs one shoulder, her eyes smiling, “Immediately after the mid-semester exams. I’ll start classes in two days. Their year runs on a different calendar.” “Okay.” I step back and squeeze her shoulder, “I need a quick shower, but let’s have dinner at the library together? Celebratory.” She nods, dreamy, skipping off soon after. My brain keeps replaying the same words: Midterms are in two weeks. She hasn’t gotten too far, but I still shout, “Wait, how will you get your certificate if you don’t write the final exams?”She laughs, "Don't worry about that.” She turns away again and I watch her. When she's out of sight, I head to my dorm. Rain starts drizzling. Why am I this sad if I tell myself I am no

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER.I don’t know who’s shouting. “What the—”Timothy stumbles, hitting a chair beside him before he lands finally on the floor. I don’t feel in control of my body. My fist move—one, two punches. Then Jo yanks me away, and everything blurs. Am I crying? Timothy’s coughs, his mouth a red stain. His smile is still in place; smaller, sharper. My vision tunnels to black. ~ I’m dreaming. Timothy in a towel, his fingers trace my shirt. He unbuttons them, one by one. His eyes are soft here, his smile easy. I cannot tell where he ends and where I begin.My body starts to move, desire drawing me closer and closer t this soft version of him. I hold his face with one hand. What has possessed me? Jasmine comes in. I can't tell where she’s come from. Somehow, she is behind me, her hands caressing my back, traci-"I need you to be awake, Liam," Timothy says. Jasmine rubs my shoulder. So softly. Then harder. So hard

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—”He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively. “Chill,” he says as he lays a hand on my shoulder. He looks behind him, and I turn too. Jo on the bed opposite us, focused on his phone. I relax immediately—he won’t do anything with Jo here. “What?” My head falls back on the pillow, and he rises to face me, his eyes softening. “I won’t send those pictures to anyone. It would hurt me too.” I don’t believe him. He reads the doubt in my eyes and grimaces. I decide to change the subject. I don’t want to be here, with him this close, looking at me like everything is good between us. The light from the ceiling is

I don’t find Timothy immediately. The first person I see when I leave the room is Alexander, sitting on a stool outside the common area as he sips from a cup in his hands. “Hey,” I say, as I crouch before him. His eyes are bloodshot, unsteady. Slurring, he says, “Hey, pretty b–boy.” And I blush despite myself. His fingers graze my face, and I forget my original mission of finding Timothy. I take Alexander’s hand in mine, trying to hold it away from my face. He tips the bottle in his hand into my mouth. Cold liquid flashes down my throat; a second later my stomach roils and my vision blurs. “What are you doing here, all alone? The party is inside.” My voice comes out deeper than I intended, I almost don’t recognize it. He doesn’t respond for a second, staring at me. Then he goes, “Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?” His pointer rises to meet my face, drunken, almost childish, awe staining his expression. I take a step away from him as I stand. The floor t

“Where have you been?” I say, letting go of Joanna’s hair immediately and ushering Marie in. She looks down at her shoes as she comes toward us. “There was so much traffic on the way over,” she says and I wave her over. Smile at the two of them as she takes over from where I’ve stopped. She soon finishes and before I know it we are all set. The wedding proceeds beautifully, every moment perfect and I’m grateful I didn’t speak my mind like I intended. ~ Two weeks pass. I speak to her a few times, but never for very long. She keeps running off to do something or the other. Her honeymoon comes and goes and we plan a dinner after to catch up quickly. I’m on my way to the restaurant we booked tonight when she gives me a call. I pick, parking my car by the side of the road to give her my full attention. “Hey, babe!” Her voice is so loud. Excited.“Hey, love,” I say, cautious, since she’s never this excited about anything good. “So… can I change plans quickly?” Joanna says, and I gro

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.” “What? No! That’s not what I’m doing!” I scream as I feel my cheeks heat up. I murmured, “I was just checking for lint on the dress.” I step toward Joanna, a smile forming on my face, as I look at her. She’s so beautiful today. Her white silk dress flowing around her shoulders and framing her lovely features. I have to admit, she’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. “Where’s your hair stylist? I don’t want to spoil your hair, baby.” “Don’t worry, you won’t,” she says as she pulls me closer, holding o

“I’ve always been yours, you know.” I whisper the words into his ears, feeling a tremor pass through me when he wraps his arms around my neck. His touch is gentle, and he strokes my neck softly with his thumb. I whimper, my body spasming at the say he’s looking at me. He looks into my eyes before speaking, “You’re taking me in.” He grinds against me, and I smile. “Yes, I am.” He lifts himself up from the bed, pulling his shorts down in one swift move. His boxers follow immediately. His cock springs up, and I look at it, suddenly apprehensive at the sight of his daunting member. I moan, shifting on the bed as I imagine his cock pushing into me, claiming me. I stand to meet him, my pussy dripping at the thought again. My hands go around his shoulders and he grabs hold of my ass again, two fingers sliding into my pussy. I moan, feeling myself coat his fingers, drip down my legs. He pulls his fingers out, maintaining eye contact, and I sigh. Sad to lose his fingers and expectant of

“Yes, of course,” I say, feeling a surge of power at the hopeful look he gives me. He pulls me to himself instantly, and I feel his cock press against my crotch. I moan, feeling helplessly turned on. He tips my chin up to meet his lips, taking my mouth in his in the softest kiss. I moan into his lips again, louder this time, and he grabs my ass, his large hand kneading my ass through the skirt. I lift one leg up, wrapping it around his waist, and kiss him fully, roughly. He sticks his tongue deeper into my mouth as he holds me tighter, his second hand landing on my boob that’s pressed on his chest. The feel of our skin touching sends my body into a mini frenzy. I can’t stop the loud moans that erupt from my mouth all of a sudden, and he takes this confirmation as fuel. His thumb caresses my nipple, tickling the bud in a way that makes me shake, squirming in his arms and begging for more of him. I suck on his tongue, feeling how deeply it fills my mouth, and I feel half able to

I turn to face him, and say, “Would you like something to drink? I just made some lemonade this morning, and it’s extra cool cause it’s been in the fridge all day.” “Sure, thank you.” He smiles and I melt a little again. “Okay, why don’t you wait here a minute while I go get some for you. Then we’ll go see the shower afterwards.” “No problem, Lanie,” he says and I blush to my roots. I never even knew he knew my name. I turn immediately, too embarrassed to say anything, and start speedwalking into the kitchen. I pull Lemonade from the jug in the fridge, pour out two glasses, then I grab my phone. I type how to stop water flow in your shower, quickly. The search results don’t really help. I find a lot of YouTube videos stating how this problem is easily fixed, but nothing about what causes it. I scroll some more, getting a bit frustrated, then I see a small website stating it could be caused by sediment blocking the drain, but that won’t stop the water flow immediately.I give up

I have always been in love with John Jacobs. From the first day I saw him, standing by our front porch. His large hands were tucked into his pockets as he introduced himself to my mother. My mother was all smiles, practically drooling herself at the sight of him, going to get him cookies. And she never gave anyone cookies, so you understand just how attractive this young man was now. Tall and lean, he looked so nonchalant, dressed simply in shorts and a plaid button down. His chocolate brown eyes mesmerized me. I heard only snippets of their conversation. In fact, I was barely listening. More like I was watching the way his lips formed words, and wondering how it would feel like to taste those lips. I remember I was sitting by the stairs, legs wrapped around my pillow, fantasising about someone like him being my boyfriend. I’d held onto the image of him for the rest of that day. Later, my mother told me he lived next door to us and just entered his second year at the Community C