Nigerian Romance Novels & Stories

A few more pleasure full thrust and we both came at the same time and collapsed in each other's arms I was lucky that Aminu had the mind to wear a condom because the pleasure was too much for me to even concentrate on anything else. After our first actual sexual experience together, we couldn't get enough. We went at it all through the night and with climax upon climax upon climax, we couldn't stay away from each other. We did it everywhere in the apartment and finally slept in each other's arms. Meanwhile, somewhere in Nigeria.... "What do you mean he's out of the country" Jasmine yelled in a fit of anger.

I commented and horned severally at a danfo driver that tried to overtake me. "As long as the sugar daddy foots my bills, takes me out for shopping, and sends me to any country of my choice for a vacation." She arched her perfectly concealed brow. "He is boyfriend material. A husband material to be precise and he is better than those useless small boys with nothing to offer that roam the city of Lagos." "But that isn't love." I countered as my eyes shifted between her and the road. "And tell me how dating your so-called boyfriend is love?" She threw a gum into her mouth. "You better let me hook you up with a better Alhaji that will change your life for good."

Lawrence asked, interested. "Sorry, if that sounds awkward. It's just that I've attended meetings with various Nigerian Billionaires like Dangote and I came to know that Nigerians usually have this long name that carries a mighty meaning." He added. "Yeah. Actually, my full name is Omolade. Pronounced as Or-mor- lar- day. Non-Nigerians find it difficult to pronounce it properly. That's why I use "Omo" for short. And Omolade means 'A child is a crown.'

she asked so curious, holding his waist. “Babe, please I want to sleep” he brutal. Nnenna now leave with Chinasa, since her husband travel a lot for business, Ugo in school. Kaima wish she was with her family, Adex totally change. *************** Kaima walks in, she sees on the central table a parcel, on it is a gift card, she reads

Yvonne said “You guys need to hear this one” Uzor said “MARIA TO PAY NIGERIAN GIRLS $1500 PER PORN AND $1000 FOR GUYS PER PORN” he read from the paper “What is this bitch planning? And where is she getting all the money?” Yvonne asked “Lucifer is her source of money” “Lucifer again” Rachael said

Her heart was thumping in her chest, she was so nervous. "I... I want it to be true too. More than anything I'd like us to make a fresh start as lovers, not people fulfilling a contractual obligation," Asher assured Joan. Joan was thrilled by Asher's use of the word lovers, it sent a fantastic flutter through her. "I think I'd like that too," Joan said before returning to Asher's embrace. "I need to take a shower," Joan said and stood up she needed to get the smell of sex and sweat on her off.

she let out in that southern accent of hers. “I was around at his place today, nothing big happened we just flirted a lot… like a lot, lot. And then we kissed, well I kissed him, and then he kissed me back and it sort of got heated like extremely heated because my god kat, I have never been kissed like that in my entire life.” I confessed, feeling a sense of relief to confine in a female about it after Natalie being otherwise occupied for the day. “Holy fuck, Jesús forgive me for swearing but why miss Nina am I only hearing of this now” she exclaimed with full blown excitement, and I was praying that I didn’t just confess that to a secret gossip junky.

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

His nearness was both comforting and unsettling, stirring emotions I had tried to bury. “I told you I will never let you open the car door when I am driving,” he said, his words somehow comforting me in a weird way. I disliked it—or should I say, I loved it. We drove back to my home while my car key dangled in my bag. We talked about college days and brought back old memories, but deep down, there were butterflies in my stomach just from the way he was staring at me as I spoke. He looked totally interested, but this was Micheal Lugard—this was how he treated every girl.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.