A story written by Missy Erotica…

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I miss my amorous trysts with Sikiru, my Okada man. It’s been a while we had any encounters and my K!ttyC@t was screaming for some of those raunchy sessions of F**K I have with him. It’s not that I don’t enjoy s*x with my Fiance, James, just that what we do is sweet love making. He thinks I’m fragile and treats me like a doll, cuddling me and making me snuggle up to him after our sweet rounds of love making. But I’m not a doll. My body needs rough handling once in a while, my K!ttyC@t needs pounding every so often and this makes me feel alive and slutty. I just love that slutty feeling. But it feels good to have my sweet James waiting for me after my raunchy sessions with Sikiru. He makes me feel loved and as much as I love those slutty moments of stolen fu-Cks, I won’t trade James love for me with anything.

Sikiru called me some days ago about a party he wanted me to attend with him but I can’t go since James is at home and I don’t have any excuse for going anywhere. My K!ttyC@t itches badly. Making love with James is sweet, but my

K!ttyC@t is dying for some hard pounding. I was lying down in the sitting room watching some hard core X-trated and preparing to use my dildo when my phone range and it was James calling.

‘hey baby’ I spoke into the phone

‘Heartbeat, sorry I have unpleasant news. Got to travel to Abuja today on a serious assignment, will be back tomorrow evening’ he said.

‘ohhhh baby, but we have something planned for tonight, remember?’ I answered in dismay.

‘sorry heartbeat, can’t help it. It’s a very important meeting. We just have to reschedule our plans. Forgive me’. He pleaded.

‘okay baby, but I’m gonna miss you’ I sure was gonna miss him, a day away from him always feels like forever.

‘be good, heartbeat, and don’t stay cooped up at home, call your friends, go out and have fun for daddy’ he said.

‘I’ll try, baby, just that it won’t be much fun without you there’ I replied morosely.

‘cheer up, heartbeat; it’s just for a night. Got to go now so as to catch the next flight, will call you once I land, muah, a billion times’ he said

‘muah, baby. Take care and make sure you call me’.

We hung up and I was not happy. I knew it was going to be one lonely Friday night. Barely thirty minutes after James’ call, Sikiru called and asked me if I was sure I wasn’t going to attend the party he had earlier invited me to. I became exhilarated and answered in the affirmative, that I would attend. I dropped the call excited, my K!ttyC@t was juicing spastically in anticipation of the lovely time I was going to have. I know for a fact that we would have F**K sessions after the party. James’ emergency meeting was in fact a God send rather than the disappointment I had initially thought.

I started making arrangements for later, by making sure my K!ttyC@t was still as bald as before. I shaved off the stubble that had started growing there and fingered myself to an earth shattering climax in the process. The mere thought of Sikiru’s J0yst!ck was enough for my

K!ttyC@t to start juicing. I’m such a slut, I can’t help myself.

At about 3pm in the afternoon, I was called by a friend of mine who lectures in another faculty of the same school. We are quite close and this was caused by an incident that happened about two years ago. It all happened this way.

A former student of mine had just returned from the youth service year and came to greet me in the office. He knew that I sometimes stay late in the office to read and maybe do pending duties. This fateful evening, he got to my office around 5pm and we got chatting, talking about his experience in camp and during the service year and his expectations for the future. He was one hunk of a guy and I had always lusted after him but had to restrain myself for ethical reasons. Sleeping with your student is bad for morale and discipline.

We continued talking and before we knew it, it was already dark outside. One thing led to the other in our discussion and I asked him about his girl and emotional life and we got personal sha. I got up later to switch on the light in my office and on my way back, he grabbed my butt0ckz, supposedly by mistake. I looked at him and he looked back and it was obvious we both wanted each other. I stood there by my table gasping for breath with my chest heaving up and down.

To cut a long story short we grabbed each other and started smooching with him rubbing his hands all over my body. My blouse buttons had become undone in the course of our grappling and he had freed my b0s0m from their confinement and had one Tip in his mouth sU-Cking like a milk starved baby. My K!ttyC@t was juicing, clenching in anticipation of a hard J0yst!ck. I m0aned aloud as he sU-Cked first one hard Tip then the other and gradually made his way to the band of my skirt. I gripped my desk, my head thrown back, b0s0m pushed to his face for greater reach. I m0aned like the slut I was, enjoying the attention on my b0s0m and aching for my K!ttyC@t to be filled. He didn’t disappoint me as he pushed down my skirt and

p@nties with one hand while still tweaking my Tips with the other. My K!ttyC@t was bared to his gaze and he basked in the sight of my bare snatch exposed in all its glory. He blew on it and I gasped, pushing forward, wanting all the attention I can get. He dipped a finger in my juicing K!ttyC@t and brought it to his lips, licking his fingers clean and savoring the taste. I was no longer myself as I groaned and m0aned in lust, wanting more.

He obliged me by spreading my legs wide on the table with me helping him further by leaning as far back on the desk as I could, bending my knees and pushing my gushing K!ttyC@t forward for closer access. Without preamble, he lashed onto my aching and flooding K!ttyC@t, sU-Cking for all he was worth as if his life depended on it. I bucked and bucked, m0an!ng in lustful delight as I pushed my K!ttyC@t further and further in his face as if I would drown him with K!ttyC@t juices. He didn’t mind as he sU-Cked away, giving my cl!t little nips then circling round it with his tongue. Often he tongue F***ed my K!ttyC@t driving me wild. I m0aned aloud as I had series of mini cums and then couldn’t hold back my shout of pleasure as a big Pour began its journey from my K!ttyC@t to the center of my body. My toes curled and I held on to his head urging him on as I had a very massive Pour.

‘What the F**K?’ a voice intruding on my pleasure but I was too far gone to notice or come down from my high. My K!ttyC@t kept convulsing, clenching and contracting as I kept cumming.

I gradually came down from the cloud I was to be confronted by my friend Patty standing inside my office and staring at me spread on my desk and my K!ttyC@t being eaten by a hunk.

‘hmmm , I I I ‘ I stammered, at a lose for what to say but still in the euphoria of my Pour to really comprehend what was happening and my K!ttyC@t still very sensitive yet aching for a sound F**K.

‘I want some too’ she said. Surprise!!!!!! Patty simply slipped off her dress and took his erect J0yst!ck in her mouth, sU-Cking for all she was worth.

It was one raunchy s*x fest as we ended up having a threesome, with him fu-Cking and sU-Cking both of us and us taking turns to sU-Ck him.

That was how our friendship became a one of a kind one.

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A story written by Dan Chucks…

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I prayed within me that he would look my way again! Oh, how I longed this! Ever since he made that first glance, he hadn’t looked again. “Was it because our eyes met?” I couldn’t tell. All I just wanted was for his eyes to find mine for a second time. Or at least, one last time! I had kept my eyes on him, wishing and praying but yet it has only felt like the more I wished, the lesser the chances! I couldn’t just help it. I was caught in this trap. Of course it wasn’t his trap. But whoever had set this trap had caught me badly! I couldn’t get out of it anymore. In fact, I wasn’t feeling like getting out of it. It was a bondage I was enjoying and only praying that I could see it out! I was praying that whatever the bondage had in stock for me, would come sooner than later! I was desperate!

I didn’t exactly notice him until the audience began clapping for the last speaker, Dr. Farouk Suleiman. I had stood too, just like every other guest on the podium and had applauded the Doctor, on what was a very brilliant presentation. He had spoken about his current research into seeking new grounds in the use of mutant cells in the cure of more complex diseases, like cancer. Everybody was genuinely schooled by the rich content of his study and we all had to applaud him, including us his fellow guest speakers. But it was in the course of doing so, that I noticed somebody at the right end of the hall and in the audience. He was standing too and clapping, but for no initial reasons, I seemed to notice him more than others! I just kept looking at him until we were done clapping and got seated again. From where I was seating on the podium, I had a very uninhibited view of him and that made the distraction a lot worse than it should be.

As the seminar continued with the introduction of a new speaker, I found myself rather consumed by this boy. He was still very young.

Never expected anything older than 22 or there about. Therefore, making him just about the age of my first son. But he was astonishingly handsome! In fact, he was this kind of boys you couldn’t qualify as handsome as they were better called beautiful given how fine their comeliness were. His heavily dark hair was neatly dressed around his forehead, forming a pleasant match with his equally heavy eyebrows. The hair suggested he was mullato (half-caste) as the woolly nature of its texture wasn’t something you see on the Yoruba locals around. He was barely dark but neither fair too. Just somewhere between the two. I had noticed his height when we were still standing and easily gave him a 6’1”. He wasn’t exactly muscular as such but far from slim. Athletic was the right word in fact, as his body lines appeared fairly defined.

What caught me most were his lips. They were very thick-looking and round! He seemed to have realized how s*xy** they looked right from a younger age and thus formed a habit of regularly creating a face that made them appear even more obvious. Being an A-grade kisser, this easily got the tickling going in my K!ttyC@t. As I intently looked and studied the way each of them formed a clean swipe as they curved out into their undersides, I couldn’t help but press my crossed thighs a little bit more. As though that wasn’t enough, he at some point, brought out his tongue and licked the lips of the flicker of dryness that appeared to have formed over them. Just then, I felt my own mouth drop, not withstanding that I was on a podium, with over 200 students and professionals, possibly observing me. I traced the movement of his tongue as it swirled from one corner of his mouth, to the other.

Observing the sparkling glossiness, of its dampness. I swallowed hard! I began wishing he could kiss me. I began wishing I could take that tongue into my mouth and sU-Ck it so very hard! It looked so soft in the eye and a lot like something that could do a very good job on my

K!ttyC@t. Then my eyes moved to his eyes.

They were very sharp and radiant. The white part of his ball looked so very white and the lovely dark shade present around the skin of each eye, formed a perfect contrast in a most alluring of ways! As his eyeballs steadied on the speaker, I couldn’t help but wish he would looked my way but it didn’t seem to be so. His neck equally wasn’t an exception. It was slender, tall and well framed. The skin there looked like something I would enjoy licking up and the gentle lines of folds that were neatly outlined towards the foot, made matters more pleasing. If I were to go by the theory of some of my girlfriends, the size of his neck meant he was going to have a slick long J0yst!ck! The thought of that alone got my K!ttyC@t juice sip into my

p@anties! I found myself close my eyes briefly as I unmistakably imagined his hands wrap me up from behind and poke my butt. It was the laughter of the audience that brought me back to the auditorium!

Story By Babangida

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Nothing good comes after truth or dare.

so my bestie and I decided to travel down to a neighbouring town to see a guy she was catching catching feelings for. let’s call my bestie Felicia. I was in my dorm one morning when she came over to ask me to come along, it was salah break too, school was dry, everyone had gone to be with their families. Felicia didn’t need to cajole me, I was down! Im one of those who likes to move around. we packed up shortly after her arrival for a 2-day stay in her guy’s place. OK!

we got to the park and took a cab to his place, twas 2hour journey, so wasn’t so bad. He came to pick us at the park and I saw him, daaaamnnnn, he was dark just how I like my men, beard gang(back then, beard gang never reign o), lets call him Peter, he wasn’t so tall, average height, and fiiiine. she introduced us,

“p, meet my friend Diana”. We shook hands and got into his car, seated in the back was a friend of his, let’s call him Bayo. Bayo was lanky and tall, dark, no facial hair, had on this geeky glasses I liked, cute face.

we chit chatted on the ride home, we got to his place and my friend and I were shown our room. cozy place. I was laying on the bed after having my bath when my bestie ran out of the shower and came to me, ” Diana, my period just came!!”

I sat up and made feigned a shocked expression. “chai, no pu.ssy for your boy”, I said and giggled.

” its not funny jor” Felicia said, smacking my head lightly.

I la!d back down while she went to finish up in the bathroom, when she got out, we got dressed and went to the living room where the boys were playing Xbox or PlayStation, dunno which.

I looked at Peter who was not wearing a shirt, just a pair of sweat pants and for some reason, I thought he was Sekxy. thank God no one has the power to read minds, else, my GF would have killed me on the spot!