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    ah don land with another story abeg make una come ooh

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    Epi1…. Yea, I called it a burden, I’ve
    been living in denial for a long
    time, its high time I own up,
    I’ve a problem, I’m addicted to
    S£x! Something happened last
    month december that made me realize how screwed I am.
    It opened my eyes to realize
    that I’m really an addict and
    that I might need help.
    Right before now, I felt it was
    ok to do the normal guys stuff, hit on girls, flirt and feel like a
    super hero. But now, the more
    I have S£x, the more I’m
    convinced there’s a higher
    power pushing me to self
    destruction. Ok, one step at a time, I will
    highlite some events of the
    past that made me conclude I
    seriously need help
    Last december, I went to calabar to witness the xmas
    carnival. I earlier planned to go
    with my girl friend, but her
    uncle died, so she had to travel
    home to stay with family. I
    hooked up with an old course mate of mine ibieme who is
    from the town. He works with
    the state ministry of tourism
    and still stays at their family
    house in calabar town.
    I arrived at the etim eden park and ibieme came down to pick
    me, together with his younger
    sister, who he was to drop at
    the stadium for her practice. As
    we journeyed from the park to
    the stadium, I kept stealing glances at the beautiful sister
    my friend had. I was at the
    back seat, and could easily see
    her front bossoms from the
    car’s side mirror. She noticed I
    was staring at her, and it made her a little uneasy, I couldn’t
    care less, I was more fixated at
    the bossoms bouncing up and
    down with the rhythm of the
    car. I made sure she observed I
    was staring at her, that’s one of the rules of flirting, the
    flirtor must let the flirtee know
    she’s been flirted upon
    My friend’s sis, was a member
    of the ‘phantom’ band, one of
    the bands participating in the calarba carnival. They were
    practicing at the stadium
    the ‘d’ day and she was a lead
    performer. Ibieme tried to gist
    me about the carnival and the many activities lined up b4 the
    27th which was the d-day. He
    told me about the miss calabar
    beauty peagent coming up
    later that night, then the obudu
    power bike team displaying the next day, and many more,
    but I was caught up again as
    the sister raised a hand to
    arrange her hair. I could see
    the curves of her rich Bosom
    thru her sleeveless top, I was already painting the pictures
    of her Unclad body when I
    noticed she was staring at me.
    I recovered briefly only to see
    her let out a smile, GAME ON! I
    whispered to myself. We got to the stadium and she asked
    me to join her. She said it will
    be more fun watching them
    practice than staying with her
    parents in the house. My friend
    ibieme supported the idea, saying he was also busy as the
    ministry of tourism, his
    workplace, is directly in charge
    of the carnival. He was to
    come later and pick us when
    the sister is thru. I asked of her name when we
    walked towards the back of
    the stadium, “emon” she told
    me. “Its short for ini-emon”.
    We had a light chat just to ease
    up the environment. She joined her band for practise and I was
    sited at a spot watching them.
    I walked toward the swiming
    pool which was filled up with
    people. Some girls were
    playing volleyball at the court, and I went to watch. It was
    obvious they were learners,
    the game was so boring I just
    walked away. I went back to
    my spot and a nice pretty girl
    was sitted right beside me. She asked whether i was part
    of the phantom band and I told
    her I was new in calabar. She
    was very lively and we
    chatted away. I noticed emon
    was staring at us every other minute as if the girl I was
    gusting with will soon turn to
    a lion and bite me. I collected
    her number when I noticed the
    practice was over and emon
    walking towards me. She said its time to go, and I purposely
    asked her to give me a minute.
    She walked towards the gate
    and I told my new friend I’d
    luv to hang out with her
    someday. She said I should give her a call, then I smiled
    and moved towards emon.
    Emon just finished a call, she
    looked up to me and asked if I
    was thru with my girlfriend, I
    smiled and told her I was just socializing.
    She told me her brother was
    caught up at work and we
    have to go home on our own.
    She said she wants to catch up
    with her friends at the cultural centre, I jokingly asked if they
    were pretty and she sort of
    flared up a bit. I put on my
    charms and teased her about
    her being melancholic. She
    took on a defensive approach and I assured her I meant well.
    We had a long talk all the way
    from stadium, thru 11/11 road,
    down to cultural centre. Her friends were not yet their,
    so we settled down in one of
    the inns at the cultural centre.
    After some bottles of night
    train, we were more open, and
    she asked loads and lots of questions about me; my job,
    relationship, goals, career,
    faith etc. She mentioned that I
    was staring at her at the car,
    then I told her how captivating
    she was, how I was taken aback by her stunning beauty
    (it was mostly the chilled night
    train talking). She kept smilling
    while I was rubbing her palms
    which she kept carelessly on
    my laps. She leaned closely and rested her head on my
    shoulders, with my hands
    crossed over her shoulders, I
    started stroking the curves of
    her Bosom under the shade
    provided by the canopies. I noticed the goose pimps
    spreading over her hand as she
    responded to every stroke. I
    managed to slip my hand
    inside the opening of her cloth,
    rubbed her bare Bosom a little, then moved for the n-i.p.p.le.s
    which was already hard. Suddenly, her phone rang and
    she sat straight like she just
    recovered from a spell, it was
    idieme, her brother…

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    Epi2…. She spoke on the phone for a
    few seconds before hanging up
    and informed me the brother
    was at the entrance of the
    cultural centre. We had to go
    out and meet him. We barely talked as we moved towards
    the car, I was tensed
    somehow, feeling guilty and
    unease. It was as if ibieme
    was going to see it written all
    over me that I was flirting with her sister, but he hardly
    looked my way as we entered
    the car. He told us how busy
    his schedule has been and that
    he had to squeeze out time to
    pick us. It was already dark when we got to their place at
    essien drive, unical satelite
    town, off ibb way. The parents
    were receptive, I saw his
    siblings including two other
    sisters. I felt at home, served with a hot plate of
    ikpankwukwo (meshed
    cocoyam) with bush meat
    source. After taking my bath, I talked
    with my friend for sometime
    after which he informed me he
    is headed for the venue of the
    ms calabar peagent.
    He informed me that his sister flox will bring me to the venue.
    “What of emon?” I asked, and
    he said that emon will be
    helping him at the venue of
    the show. Flox? That girl talks
    too much, she’s been chatting ever since I entered the house,
    she’s loud and looks unkempt.
    Her choice of make up was
    absurd and had weird looks.
    Something about her didn’t
    just add up, although she was quite a company! Idi and emon drove off to the
    venue, while I was left with
    flox to babysit me her parents
    had some visitors at the sitting
    room, so we sat at the
    frontage, gisting. “How about ur girlfriend”
    she asked with a sarcastic grin.
    Anytime a girl asks vaguely
    about a girlfriend u never told
    her about, its just a simple
    way of asking if u have a girlfriend.
    “She’s fine”, I replied, hoping
    she will let it slide.
    “How come u didn’t come
    along with her?” D--n! This
    girl has mouth problem. “She had to go home for xmas” I
    “And u came to calabar alone”,
    “duh”, I replied in my mind
    while I put up a smile, looking
    straight in her eyes. She blushed and asked why I was
    looking at her that way.
    “B’cos u’re very pretty”. More
    blushes and she returned the
    smile. “I’m going to dress so
    we can go for the show” she said as she walked into her
    room. I went into my own
    room, laid on the bed and
    thought about my brief
    escapade with emon. What
    would have happened if she didn’t get that call? Will we
    ever get a chance to finish
    what we started? Was she
    really feeling me or was it just
    the night train? She was really
    a sweet girl, these thoughts made me feel Hot and I felt the
    bulge in between my legs.. A knock on the door
    interrupted my thought. Flox
    peeped in and told me she was
    ready. I couldn’t stand b’cos
    the bulge would certainly be
    visible so I asked her to come in, hoping a light discussion
    will lighten my mood and
    make me cool off. How wrong
    was I. She wore a hot mini skirt, tight
    singlet, small jacket top that
    left her navel exposed, big
    boots, large round ear rings,
    and large necklace of beads.
    She was lo looking steamy-hot, apart from her make up which
    was heavy and made her look
    like a doll. Her femininity filled
    the room. She was aware of
    the effect she had on me and
    she flaunted it more to taunt me, sat beside me on the bed
    and said she was ready to go
    with a smile on her face. d--n
    it! The budge in between my
    legs was trying to pull my
    pants aside. So many thoughts rushed through my mind, I
    tried to be calm, I’ve done this
    before, I told myself, just be
    cool. ” You look…wonderful…
    just hold on a minute” I said as
    I touched her cheeks, tried to wipe out some excess make up
    on her cheeks, “there u go…
    better” I said. I moved my
    hands down, a dummy move
    to clean an invisible make up
    at the neck, there was none, but I kept cleaning, then the
    chest, there were strands of
    hair their, “I like hairs on girls
    chest” I lied, “really?” -No, u fool, can’t u see I can say
    anything to get a piece of u
    this night…-
    I said on my mind…”Yes” I
    teased. “Do you know what
    else I like?” I asked as I gently slide down one hand of her
    singlet…no response…ur nice
    succulent… I couldn’t finish as
    my tongue was already
    teasing her n.I.p.l.e.s. I bit her
    gently on the nip.p-le, she let out a soft moan. I moved for
    the second, squeezed lightly,
    her hand placed on mi head
    was pushing me lightly
    downwards. I obliged, moved
    the clothe a little upwards, tongue-teased her tommy,
    navel, unbuckled my belt,
    reached out for my wallet.
    Removed two cheap gold
    circles and kept it on the bed,
    with my mouth buried on her bre-a-s-t, I caressed her spread
    thighs, moved my hands
    deeper, and pulled out the
    pants. I grabbed the gold circle, tore it
    open, and in one precise
    attempt, wore it on, then
    moved my hands further
    beneath the thighs to feel the
    wetness of her…slowly but firmly, I moved in (ok, I don’t
    want this thread moved to
    sexuality section, so let’s skip
    some parts) “Flox!” “Maaa” Oh my God! Not again! Her
    mom had called from the front
    of my door! So many thoughts
    rushed through my mind, her
    pants on the bed, a used
    condom on the floor, the door was not bolted, I was almost
    Unclad! There was no
    explanation to justify this. I’m
    done for, I knew it that this
    stupid sexcapades will land me
    in trouble one day. This is that day! They are certainly going
    to throw me out, and hotels at
    calabar this time of the year is
    fcking expensive!
    Holy poo!
    Why did she answer? Couldn’t she just keep quite and let
    them assume we had gone
    out! I knew it that her mouth
    problems was going to put her
    in problem, I never envisaged
    myself to be a partaker of that problem. “Flox, ….” The mum spoke their
    native dielect and left. “What was that?” I asked,
    panting like I just competed
    with mo for the 3000m
    olympic marathon. “She said they were going for
    an end of year banquet
    organized for workers in their
    firm”. She said.
    “Were u scared?” She asked.
    “Olodo, why wouldn’t I be?…” I wanted to reply, but I
    managed to say “a little bit”
    she smiled. “Aren’t u bordered
    what might happen if ur
    mother saw us like this?”. I
    asked. She looked up to me and said,
    “She’s not my mother…

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    seated and ready to follow up

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    Am here…ride on

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    Ugochi Sunday
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    Seated with my tomato juice,come join if you cares

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    no roaster?

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