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Where To Find Breasts #27

Good morning!If you don’t get my newsletter that keeps you updated on latest posts, it’s probably because you haven’t signed up. Please do so by scrolling through the home page to find the sign up widget. If you have signed up and you still don’t get the newsletter, check your email promotions or social boxes. Or just check your spam box. Golden orange rays from a sun that was beginning to set broke into Kyenpia’s vision as she woke up. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes and slowly got off the bed. The headache she had battled with this morning was gone. Last night, she had mostly been awake. Kane was ill, and had cried throughout. Emem was gracious to step in and help. Leonel had been of no use. Kyenpia discovered, quite annoyingly, that he was bad with kids. He wasn’t Leonel, of course. That one was…

Where To Find Breasts #19

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Fate. She hated it. It had shown her how cruel it could be. How it could snatch everything she had and leave her helpless. It reminded her about the powerlessness of humans. It was a foolish thing for anyone in the world to think they had control over their existence when they didn’t even choose the beginning of their lives. Mortality was as random as the thoughts passing through a toddler’s mind. All it took was two horny people to copulate and new life was made, bringing in another helpless mortal into world who would have no power over their existence. Every morning, humans woke up, not because they could, but because they were fitting into a script; one which didn’t grant them the ability to rewind time or jump into the future. They weren’t even granted the choice to pick…

Biyankavitch #10

Enjoy this short, salacious, bonus episode 🙂 Follow me on Instagram to catch up with a new series, DUGO “How was your first session with the doctor today?” Tanko pronged his plate of scrambled eggs with vegetable confetti, lifting his eyes at Victoria. He had returned home a short while ago, after a draining day at work. All he wanted was dinner and a good night’s rest. Not his mother butting into his personal life. “Good.” She sat adjacent to him, cupping a mug of steaming ginger tea. She had on that look that said she wanted more information about his doctor’s appointment. He wasn’t going to give her. “I’ll be moving to my house soon,” he announced. Victoria began to stir her tea, making a clanging noise with the spoon. “Don’t you like it here?” “I do. This would always be home, Mom. But I need to go back…

Say You Will Stay #2

*** *** *** Obinna waited for his mum to finish in the bathroom patiently. She was in a kaftan, holding on to the towel rail, breathless and hunched over when he went back in. “Mama,” he rushed over, picked her up and carried her gently to her bed. “Why didn’t you ask for help?” “I’m fine.” “You are not fine.” He picked up the hand towel on the bed and dabbed her wet forehead with it. “Should I go and wake Isio? Is it time for your injection?” “No, don’t wake her.” “I’m sure she won’t mind. It’s her job.” “Nna, don’t.” His mother crinkled her face in a smile for his benefit. “Isio is never late. She will come and give the injection when it’s time. What I need you to do is get me a blouse and skirt and then put them next to me.” She pulled…

Dear High Mistress #21

For everyone who missed when I first published this, I’m sharing this twenty-first episode of Dear High Mistress again. There was a major downtime from my host and I lost some posts. I apologize for the inconvenience. “I’m adding weight!” “You don’t have to shout. I’m right behind you.” “Oh.” Toni felt the warmth of Andre’s breath on her neck before his arm enwrapped around her. She pouted at the result that stared back at her from the bathroom scales she stood on. “I’ve added 2kg.” “You’re supposed to add weight.” “But I don’t want to,” Toni whined. Andre rested his chin on her shoulder, his hand on her tummy. “You’re carrying an entire human being, ma chatte. You need the extra fat.” He made small circles around her navel. “Everything is changing, Andre,” she said with a serious voice. “The house, my body, our priorities… You do realize that…

Dear High Mistress #20

This episode is dedicated to Bimbo. Keep shining babe ? Dapo couldn’t keep his legs still in Toni’s living room. He paced around, almost as if to a beat no one could hear. Now and then, Toni would lift her head from her laptop and peek out, especially when he slowed to give his phone his attention. “She’s not answering her calls, she’s not in the office, she’s not at church, she’s not with any of her other friends… Where is she?” “Relax, baby boy. Your girl is fine. She’ll come home. If not tonight, then tomorrow.” It was the second time Dapo was hearing those words, but he gave Toni the same expression he gave her the first time she uttered them. It was a downward tilt of his head at her as if she was some little child that had uttered a cuss word at an adult. Just…

Dear High Mistress #14

Hi Fam! I just want to drop a quick one about membership on moskedapages because I have been getting a lot of emails. If you have purchased In The Name Of Papa on Okadabooks, all I need is a screenshot from you when the time arrives. Please, don’t send in anything now. I’ll ask for it in the near future to be able to send you an invite. For those of you who have purchased from me, I will send you an invite as well. Please, enjoy today’s episode They watched her like she was a fragile experiment waiting to fall apart, set in a glass box. Concern lined their faces, whispers escaped their lips as they deliberated on her situation. “I think she needs a child psychologist.” “Child psychologist keh. Please, it’s just a phase. It’ll pass.” “Phase that we wouldn’t have to go through if the judge had…

Dear High Mistress #10

Comfort took everything in. The hurtful words. The blame. The anger. She let it all fall on her without throwing a retort. She knew she deserved it. She blamed herself, even more than he did. “You’re irresponsible!” Raji stated. “Do you even know what a child lock is there for?!” Comfort sank deeper into her self-condemnation. She should have fixed the child lock when it started misbehaving. The thing had developed a habit of switching on and off and locking her in the car whenever it chose to. But she had been too busy to fix it. And then later on, she had felt it wasn’t necessary to do so since Raheem was away at Salma’s for an extended period. She had planned to fix it the moment he got back. Nevertheless, she felt it was no excuse for her error. A good mother always foresaw danger and prepared for…

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