Then she grabbed my hard dick, moving it around like a car gear.
"Wow, you are ready to go, huh?" she said before licking my shaft from the tip. The feeling of her warm and sensitive tongue on my dick sent me to the third heaven. I gave out a loud manly moan like Uncle Philip. Maybe that was what Aunt Uka was doing to her husband.Unaware of what was going through my mind, she ran her tongue up and down along the underside of my cock before taking my balls into her mouth. She gently sucked on them while stroking me off before licking her way back to the head of my cock. She took all of me into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down my cock.I shivered and groaned at the sweet pleasure engulfing my cock. I felt the tightness of her throat pressing on me as if she really wanted to swallow me whole. Then she pulled back, let out a satisfied sigh and stroked me some more with her hand.Seconds after, she returned it to her mouI found myself resting against the ancient trunk of an Iroko tree. The undammed trees were skyscraper tall making them the towers of the forest. The forest smelled strongly of rotten animals and wet woods. I felt the warm morning sun peeping through the leaves and branches to rest on my face and skin, forming unique patterns of light and shade on the forest floor.Black eagles were screeching high above the canopy of leaves. Their cruel sharp eyes were on the lookout for an animal to devour. Crickets chirped, bullfrogs croaked, and wind swept through the forest, creating a rustling sound, bringing with it the scent of swamp water and decaying vegetation. The winds also brought death, killing off some of the leaves on the branches and they fell off to join their companions on the forest floor.Looking for a way out of this repelling environment, I saw Philomena cat-walking on the bush path not far away, her buttocks shaking beneath a short jigida that covere
Ignoring her, I kept screaming the name of my Savior and Lord “Jesus!” till my eyes blasted open and I woke up frightened, looking around scared to the teeth and out of air. Sweating like someone that just concluded a marathon. My dick was on fire like a chilly pepper was applied to it. As though the windows were open, a sudden chill swept through me, cutting on the marrow of my bones.The door burst open and my mother came in, already panicking, she asked“What is it? What is wrong with you?”“Nothing mama, it was just a dream” I stuttered in denial.“Just a dream that woke you up and you are sweating like a Christmas goat?” she asked unbelief written all over her face.I took a deep breath before responding “It was a nightmare”.“What was it about?” she joined me in the bed and placed her cold hand over my warm shoulders.&ldquo
In a hammer bus to Lagos, I sat directly behind the driver close to the window. The air in the bus was filled with dissimilar noises. A child was crying while the mother did nothing to calm her down. On the last row sat a man around his forties with a bald head. He was screaming at his much younger wife beside him; raining down abuses and saliva on the innocent lady who simply bent down her head in guilt not uttering a word. On the middle row sat a younger man in a black suit with a grey tie, lying over the phone to his employer. Saying he was already in Lagos while we're just halfway into the journey.Ignoring the liar, I looked out the window, the fresh breeze washed through my face, making my eyelids flicker, pushing out through the window the repelling and stomach twisting gas in the bus. I admired the beautiful and green landscape of this great country; the thick and inhabited forest on both sides of the road.Allowing my imagination to run wild, I won
"I know right now; you are thinking that it is just a dream and means nothing. Maybe it was with a lover or a crush and you think it is cool. It is just my brain playing a trick on me, bringing my sexual desire to live, you tell yourself.That is exactly what the devil wants you to think; so, it can control your life and destiny. Sometimes the devil will come with the face of a loved one." the young prophetess said sending a chill down my spine, weakening my legs.What if I have a spiritual wife for real and she comes in the night with the face of Philomena to have sex with me. The thought of it made me tremble all over with terror. Yesternight was not the first time I was making love with Philomena in the dream. Though, that was the first one that ended terribly. We made love frequently in my dreams and I saw it as nothing. Even in the afternoon when I sleep. It happens like I am in a trace. It is really difficult to tell sometimes whether it is real or a dream.
"You see, brother and sisters in the Lord. There comes a time in every man's life when the father remembers him and today is that day for this young man. The Lord is remembering you right now in Jesus' name!""Amen!" we all responded. The weird dream of that young man had awoken a strange fear within me. For the first time since the death of my father, I was afraid. Could I possibly have a spiritual wife? I questioned myself as the heat rose up to my neck."The Lord is telling me that the lady you took home is a serpent from the marine world in human form"."God forbid," Silas sighed after circling his head with his right hand."This is not a matter of God forbid" she continued "You were putting your finger into the mouth of a serpent and you thought it was a pretty girl with a charming smile. The Lord saved your life"."Thank you, Jesus!" Silas interrupted her, waving at the heavens."The meaning of your
What happened here? I inquired. Maybe, Aunt Uka, her husband, and their daughter had a little family time before they headed for work. Ignoring the untidiness, I fell into my favourite couch, the same one I had sex with Philomena on for the first time. The sweet memory of that day came hitting hard; a fulfilled smile appeared on my face and blood ran down to my dick. I prayed on the bus to meet her at home, so I could have a feel of her warm breast against my chest and grab that ass as hard as possible.I was almost dozing off when I heard a sharp sound from upstairs. "I thought Khalid said there was no one at home, who are moving things up there?" I questioned myself and stood up to have a look.As I went up the stairs, I saw a black skirt on the floor. This brought me delight and also made me curious. Delight that this could be a romantic gesture but curious as to who owns the skirt because I haven't seen it on Philomena before.About three s
Every ounce in me wants to make him bleed for forcing himself on my baby and for binding her like a slave and punishing her in such a manner. Carefully, I pulled away, went back down, grabbed the empty bottle of wine and headed back up.My heart was pounding like a bass drum, nerves stretched to the breaking point. My blood froze. Fingers shaking and a bale in my throat; I turned the handle and jerked the door open, went straight to them on the bed. Before Uncle Philip could react, from behind I smashed the empty bottle against the back of his skull. He stared up at me with surprise in his eyes and mind swirling; he brought his right hand to his head. In seconds, his hand was covered in blood."What have you…" he muttered in a trembling voice and fell like a puppet suddenly released of its strings. I watched, devoid of emotions as moments after he became motionless, barely breathing at all."Jesus! Please don't hurt me!" she cried with h
"Is this the same Philomena you are talking about?" he asked with his finger over her face. Fingers trembling with suspense, I slowly pushed his hand away to have a clearer view. I took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in my mind. Jesus! It was my Philomena, I was certain. She wore the same beautiful smile that spread even into her eyes, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and her chest still heavy, the loosed shirt she wore did nothing to hide it. My heart nearly stopped and it felt as though every hair on my body turned instantly grey. Hot tears burned my eyes."She slept one night in that same room you stay in now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…"He went on blabbing unaware of the storm he had set in motion within me. So, Nono, my little cousin was right after all. Someone really died in that room. So, I have been