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Long Night #12

Daniel stood before the mirror, carrying out his final checks before heading out. His hair could probably use a cut, not that his girlfriend seemed to mind. His girlfriend, the thought of that thrilled him. How long had he known her and she had come to matter this much to him? His lips curved into a smirk, Morayo, his beautiful girlfriend. He picked his car keys and headed out to work, the smirk still on his lips. In the car, his thoughts went through every moment he had spent with her. It had been one long crazy ride, like a racecar speeding down a race track. He remembered the day he had teased her in the office with the toy, making her cum so hard she almost got caught by her subordinates at work. She had scolded him after that, but they had tumbled into the sheets right after. Apparently,…

The Bro Code #8

Why the hell is Uju calling me, Obi thought, even as he noticed a slight glimmer of suspicion momentarily cloud Pablo’s eyes. Fuck! Not again, he was not going to allow this woman come between he and his friends. Never again! “Guys, I swear on my life, as in, the Igbo don comot for my eye, I have no idea what this is about.” He held his phone up to the sky for the heavens to bear him witness. Ayo looked intently at Obi and then at Pablo. “We know, don’t worry.” “We know? We? You too, Pablo?” Pablo released the eba that had been clenched in his fist, back into the soup. He noticed he had been holding his breath and released it. He smiled at Obi. “That was years ago, I know you don’t have anything to do with it.” He paused. “This is all my fault guys,…

The Bro Code #7

Hey guys, from the depths of my heart, I’m sorry for the long break. It was unintentional and won’t ever happen again. I hope you keep reading while I work on winning back your trust. The Bro Code is here to stay😊”You can catch up with the series from the start by clicking HERE TUESDAY, 31st DECEMBER 2013 Pablo checked his watch and tried not to smile back at Ayo as she teased him about being dressed like an armed robber. His black clothes, black hoodie, black shoes and black bucket hat had been carefully selected to enable him withstand the bitingly cold harmattan breeze, given that he was not particularly fond of the weather. But at eleven thirty-five pm on New Year’s Eve; surrounded by wasted friends, nodding along to boisterous music, sweating from every pore in his body and having a swell time, even he had to admit…

Long Night #11

Read previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter “Yes! Yes!! Yes!!” Morayo moaned as Daniel pounded her walls. She was bent over a sink in a restaurant toilet. He was ramming his hard member inside her from behind, her panties and gown shifted aside to make way. It was a few weeks after the gun incident. A few weeks without sex. The doctors had insisted on it, hell they had made Daniel stay in the hospital for the most part. Then now work had kept them both too busy and too tired to meet up. But now their desks were cleared. And here was clearing away the cobwebs of her pussy. She gripped the edge of the sink tighter as another of his thrusts sent her careening into the arms of another orgasm. “Oh my god!” She moaned as he kept on fucking her despite her orgasm. The man was…

Long Night #10

Read previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter Kunle rammed his dick back into his partner’s hole. The girl’s legs shook, both from the pleasure and the force of his thrust. She was moaning again. She had been doing that for the last hour. It was starting to annoy him He pulled out of her again, his hand twisted up in her hair for grip, and thrust back into her. She screamed into the pillow. He smiled. He was still a god. Women always bowed to his prowess. He flipped the girl off her knees and reentered her. There was tension in the air as he held himself from moving. He knew she was expecting it, she wanted it. No, not wanted. At this point she needed it. And he bathed in the power he held over her, knowing that she needed him to reach orgasm. He was just that…

Long Night #9

Read the previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter Tomi rolled off of Segun. They were both covered in sweat. Her chest was heaving, her muscles ached from exertion, but she enjoyed the feeling. They had just finished another hot romp in the sheets. She smiled as she looked at him. The man definitely knew how to show a girl a good time. She reached up and stroked his face. “You are so good.” She said, her voice was dry and raspy. She chuckled at the sound of it. They always did this. They always fucked themselves dry, leaving each other thirsty. They always argued over who was supposed to get the water after sex. She rolled to the other side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of water. They were prepared this time. She took two gulps and handed the bottle over to him. He smiled weakly as…

Long Night #8

Read the previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter As Morayo worked on her computer, her thoughts kept returning to the little box on her table. She was curious about its contents and it was taking a lot of willpower not to rip apart the box and find out its secrets. She stopped working and sat back in her chair, Daniel was definitely taking his sweet time in getting back to her. The man was a tease, a big one at that, well two could play at that game. She grabbed her phone and undid a couple of her shirt’s buttons, ensured enough of her cleavage was showing, snapped a picture and sent it to him. Daniel smiled as his phone lit up, Morayo’s notification tone ringing out. He had been expecting her message for a while now. He had expected her curiosity would get the best of her sooner…

Infections of Love #5

Read previous episodes of Infections of Love by Mo Priye THE SQUARE ROOT OF LOVE My Dear Julia. I now understand the forlorn looks characters try to portray in adverts and films and in a well told story. I’m that character, listening to the whistling wind, looking through the window of a moving bus, staring out into the woods, seeing not the sunshine nor the green trees nor the buildings in between, trying to figure out which of the options would be less shattering. I know why your eyes are shaped like a broken heart. Their grey reflections are, without doubt, a result of a sad heart and I’m not proud to be one that caused that. I’m not proud to be the one who made you lose that infectious smile which spreads across your face like red tint on ripening tomatoes. Now I’m wondering where you kept that smile.…

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