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Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media. He probably viewed my recent pictures that I took during my recent outing with friends and we also visited the beach to have fun. He sent a friend request with the strange account but I didn't accept him. He decided to send a message on messenger to me. Joba said that I was living a carefree lifestyle and If my plan was to start hanging out with friends and start messing around that i should return his bride price first. That I still belongs to him and I can't be living anyhow.

He drawls the question "No." It's the truth. I don't think a person will be bored while sitting under a starry sky just a few metres away from an attractive person. "Well, I admit I am." He moves in the water making it gurgle and splash. "Mind telling me a story?" I think of telling him a story of a prince who stalked a young maiden of another Kingdom and out of lust, asked his father to kidnap her for him so he would marry her. A laugh threats to burst out from my throat but I manage to reduce it to a lousy snort. I clamp my hand over my mouth but the snorts don't relent.

"What do you guys want to talk about? I think we still have twenty more minutes, and I've stated enough about my friend." "Got any stories to tell? I think I'm fed up with the love story of a water fairy," Jai said, looking at the sky. Darrion laughed loudly after Jai said that. "Hmm... What about the Tale of the White Lady?" Naoki offered. "The White Lady?" Jai asked. "What kind of story is that? I've never heard of it," Darrion added.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

Can't wait to get started. ##################### Disclaimer: Please note that this is just a story and it doesn't define how any kind of relationship should be. This story is purely fictional and does not have any connection to any actual story or any persons lives.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

he laughed, then went to knock on the bedroom door. I couldn’t blame him for that last statement to be honest, because my face was still red from laughter because of one of the stories of his childhood that he had just shared. It was one where he had begged his parents to go to a fair when he was about eight years old. He was so excited when he got there that he started eating all things sugar and eventually had a sugar rush. He later got on a Ferris wheel while still high from the sugar rush and attempted to jump off the wheel because he thought he was Superman. Of course, he couldn’t fly, so when he attempted to, his nanny at that time held him back, which caused his pants to go low, expos

" For all I know, it sounds fascinating. “Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think.