ログイン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
Now that I think about it, I have been with a number of older babes. I mean my first was older..but most of em be around just 6/7 years older than I am….but the oldest has been to this babe…i don’t think I should call her babe sef..this woman I met while I was on IT…I didn’t know her age but I am pretty sure she was at least 13 years older than i was and this woman was blossoming…and yeahhh. Shes who we are gonna talk about today…. Where do I start?….errrrr…Okayy two years ago I went on IT(internship) which is quite normal and the architectural firm posted me to lokoja which was where their main construction was happening at the time. Now Lokoja from where I am based is quite far…also it’s kinda a different ethnicity but I still went there. The firm gave me an apartment and life was good apart from the crazy sun and the language diversity. My firm was constructing what was meant to be the largest mall in lokoja and it was located just beside the junction to an estate and I was in this
Soooo. Let’s continue….we actually had sex a couple more times after that..but one of the most notable ones I’d say was one that happened in the kitchen of the restaurant. Now let me paint a picture, there’s obviously the main restaurant where customers eat and all…and there’s the kitchen. The restaurant is bigger than the kitchen but the kitchen was also fairly big. It had an island in the middle and cabinets and cupboards all round it. Then circulation space in between. After our initial encounter blessing became a teaser..one time I was home during the day cause as mentioned, I was working the night shift with her and she texted me asking if she should get more condoms on her way to work and I kid you not my phone was with my babe then. Till today i do not know how she didn’t see that text. Anyways that night we didn’t have customers in the main restaurant and we were just making some prep….making soups, cutting vegetables and she was frying fish. Now frying fish was kinda a ch
Errrr shii..so first of all, this might or might not be a true story. I am a writer and that is what I am here to do. Whether it is fictional or not is all up to you so without further ado, wait let me introduce myself. My name is angel and I am a guy..yes guys bear angel too anywayss, here goes nothing. A while back around 2019/2020 I am not really good with timelines, I was still a virgin…was 18, about to be 18 and I was fresh off secondary school in ibadan..I had written jamb and I had a very high score 284 or so. Waec was done and so was post utme. All that remained was to just resume..you know that 2/3 months before you resume as a fresher?..yeah thats the one. I was always home reading novels and skating and boring myself out so my mum suggested I get a job/apprenticeship type of P. And it is this P that led to the breaking of my virginity, My grand deflowering…i do not regret the experience one bit ngl cause I do love older women. But let’s get into it The workplace was a re
The weight of the day clung to me like wet clothes after rain. I’d dragged myself home from the office, limbs heavy, mind buzzing with deadlines that refused to quiet. Sleep was a distant joke..my body too wired, too raw. So I slipped out again into the humid Lagos night, chasing the one place that always steadied me: Love Lagos, down in Ilaje, Bariga. That ragged stretch of pier where the lagoon stretched out like a dark mirror, dotted with those half-forgotten bars and the solid concrete chairs perched right at the edge, watching the water breathe. If you knew Unilag, you knew this spot. My spot. My chair.I found it empty at first, the familiar chill of the concrete seeping through my jeans as I settled in. The waves whispered below, carrying faint echoes of distant music and the low murmur of the city behind me. For a moment, the exhaustion eased its grip.Then she appeared, sliding onto the chair beside mine as if the night had conjured her. Esther. Braids caught the faint glow
Yemi woke to the sound of oil sizzling in a pan. She forced her eyes open, squinting against the unfamiliar room as panic surged through her. A sharp spike of pain lanced through her skull, throbbing relentlessly behind her eyes with every heartbeat. Her mouth felt like cotton.Okay, Yemi, what happened last night?It all flooded back: the disastrous date, the extra drinks, the elevator..and Angel. Angel, the handsome neighbor she’d admired from afar at the mailboxes. They’d shared a frantic, passionate encounter in the stalled elevator before being rescued by firefighters, then returned here to his apartment.She realized she was naked beneath the sheets. Where were her clothes?More memories surfaced, heating her skin: Angel’s release in her mouth, his skilled tongue on her most intimate places, warm and insistent. The slower, tender lovemaking that followed, so unlike the urgent coupling in the elevator. He had been gentle, attentive..everything her recent dates had not. A small sm
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







