Mag-log inI showed up at her place just after nine, the way we’d planned when she texted me that her roommate was gone for the weekend. The hallway outside her door already smelled faintly like her..that mix of coconut lotion and the laundry detergent she always used. I knocked once. She opened it in an oversized t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, no bra, nipples already poking against the thin cotton like she’d been thinking about this the same way I had.“Hey,” she said, voice low. She didn’t step aside right away. Just looked at me, biting the inside of her cheek the way she does when she’s nervous and turned on at the same time. I stepped in, shut the door behind me, and locked it. The second the bolt clicked she was on me.Her mouth hit mine hard. No soft lead-in. Tongue pushing past my lips, tasting like the mint gum she’d just spit out. I grabbed her ass under the shirt..bare, warm, soft..and squeezed both cheeks, spreading them a little so the cool air from the AC hit h
Caleb had spent the day in Ibadan on business. The forecast promised clear skies, so he wore beige chinos, brown brogues, a white open-collar shirt and a blue blazer. Tanned skin, sharp cut..he looked every bit the Lagos city man. The meeting overran. He caught the final evening train back to Lagos, pulling out just after 9:30 p.m. Few passengers boarded. He took a set of four seats with a table, aisle seat facing against the direction of travel, bag on the window seat beside him, and hoped to keep the space to himself.After a long day and a two-and-a-half-hour journey ahead, he closed his eyes for a nap, tickets left on the table.An hour later he woke. Still alone. Outside was pitch black; the window acted as a mirror. In the reflection he saw a striking Nigerian woman seated diagonally opposite him across the aisle, alone. Long blonde-dyed hair pinned up, slim, maybe 5’8”. She looked back at him. He smiled. She smiled.Embarrassed, he turned to the glass again. Her hands moved. Sh
Only rarely did Mami and I venture into the world as a normal, vanilla couple. We were much happier playing in our usual environment, where we could be as wild as we wanted without anyone else around. Her dominance and my submission were a release from the everyday. But tonight Mami had needed an escort for an inner-city work function, and I had been commanded to attend.It was an easy command to obey. The function was a black-tie cocktail affair. I wore a dinner suit, a tight cockring securing my cock, and a pair of her pretty thong panties underneath. Mami looked stunning in a short backless black dress, sheer stockings, and wicked pointed high heels. She rarely wore stockings, but she knew I loved them. Underneath she was bare..no panties, freshly shaved pussy. Even she felt the slight edge of exposure in a dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs.The function went beautifully. We drank, talked, laughed. Workplace parties always start classy and slide toward drunken chaos;
Marcus was a sophomore at a regional state university. He had once dreamed of law and politics, but a Spring Break spent building houses for a nonprofit serving poor families reconnected him to his roots. His father farmed outside Dodge City; his mother taught middle-school English. He had watched them weather hard times and seen his father quietly help struggling farmhands. That work ethic and soft heart led him to double-major in agriculture and nonprofit management. He had many friends but little confidence with women.Lila arrived as a freshman. A trust-fund kid who had never worried about money, she was the daughter of an engineer and a stay-at-home mother. She majored in elementary education while privately aiming for the same path her mother had taken: marriage and motherhood.Marcus volunteered for freshman orientation. He noticed Lila sitting alone, scanning the room for a friendly face. Unable to leave someone isolated, he walked over and sat beside her..not flirting, simply
I had slept in all day…like literally…I would sleep, eat, sleep again and that was what I did throughout the day..nothing special. It be like that sometimes, weird ass dayss…just dark and gloomy so when I woke up again after 11pm I knew I really needed to get something to eat so I did what every sane person would do when they wake up hungry after 11pm…I went to look for food. Shops had closed, the streets were pretty quiet but there was a restaurant still open, the infamous chikinie monie and in i went, got food and a bottle of that new flavor of Schweppes…it’s pretty good ngl…anyways i was headed back home and I got her text…she stayed a street after before mine and I decided to branch at hers before going home…”her” was the girl I was seeing. Short, most beautiful eyes..baddest body ever.…now for a clearer picture, I’d describe her place. First she had a roomate..and the way her hostel was built, tenants had their own bathrooms but it was like 3 tenants to a kitchen..I dunno if tha
The days in Lokoja dragged under that merciless sun, but Tinder cut through the boredom like a sharp knife. I matched with Rodeefah a few afternoons in, her profile full of teasing angles that showed off thick thighs and a ass that made my mouth water. We slid straight into nasty territory fast..texts about how she wanted me to bend her over, how my dick would stretch her out, her sending voice notes moaning my name while she touched herself. The tension built with every ping on my phone while I was supposed to be measuring beams.She hit me late one night: “I dey around. Come outside.” I met her at the estate gate, heart already hammering. Rodeefah looked even thicker in real life..dark skin glowing under the streetlight, tight crop top struggling to contain her heavy tits, and a short skirt that barely covered the lower swell of her fat ass. We chatted for a hot minute, her laugh low and husky, eyes flicking down to the bulge in my work trousers. The pull was electric. I grabbed her
The campus quad shimmered under a warm spring sun when I spotted her in the student union. Mary. Same scarlet cardigan, same thick book, same impossible breasts pressed against the table edge as she read. Her legs were crossed beneath, skirt riding just high enough to show the curve of one thigh. M
The campus chapel was empty early on a Saturday night. Of course it was. It seemed as if I was the only student on the whole damn campus wrestling with a semi-existential crisis about lust and desire, morality and all that other bullshit that gets drilled into a person’s head from the cradle. Twelv
Get on your knees,” Professor Edward said, his voice calm but cold.The heat in his eyes made my whole body tingle. I dropped to my knees right away, the floor hard under me. He put one hand on my head and guided me closer. My face was now right in front of the big bulge in his pants. I could feel
The moment I buried my cock balls-deep inside Mrs. Naomi’s dripping cunt, she let out the filthiest, most broken moan I’d ever heard in my life. “Fuuuuck… Ethan… yes, baby, stretch Mummy open!” Her voice cracked on the last word, raw and commanding even while she was getting fucked by her own s







