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Long Night #6

Read previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter THE EX Morayo stepped into the shower for the second time that day. Tomi’s loud humming rang through the empty house. She was glad she didn’t have to go to work, she was not sure she could handle anything work related as she was. Her sex still throbbed as it struggled to recover from the events of the previous day. She smiled as another mini throb pulsed through her, this Daniel guy could definitely show a woman a good time. He could definitely compete with Kunle, her useless scum of an ex. She turned on the shower and let the water flow freely over her body as she closed her eyes and ran through the scenes of the previous day in her head. Her hand found its way down to stop between her thighs, the cool water and her naughty memories…

Infections Of Love #4

Read previous episodes of Mo Priye’s Infections of Love DO NOT CONFUSE ME FOR LOVE It’s not rocket science to know if a girl likes you. When she likes you, more than often she’d tend to show you, sometimes purposefully, other times she wouldn’t even know she’s professing her love for you by the things she does to you, for you, around you and even in your absence. However, there’s no defined pattern to determine the manner of her likeness. It varies with many, comes in different forms; subtle, aggressive, hideous. For some girls it’s through consistent calls — the ever buzzing of your phone line, telling you about their secrets, family problems, how they peeled a trailer load of yam, how their dog love beans, their village ancestral history etc. Some initiate chats and I have to admit by default or not, women don’t necessarily be the first…

Long Night #5

Read the previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter “I guess we will be seeing you soon then?” Tomi asked as Daniel opened the car door. She ogled his butt as he dropped and smiled at him when his eyes met hers.  Morayo finished entering her number into his phone and handed it back to him through the car window. She smiled at the man who had quite literally rocked her world just the previous night and early this morning too.  “He had better or I will track him down and kidnap him.” Morayo answered. Daniel smiled nervously as he collected his phone from her outstretched hand. He looked from Tomi to Morayo and cleared his throat.  “With the time we had yesterday, I am pretty sure you own me and little Daniel now. We are at your beck and call, madam.” He left them sitting in the car and…

Infections Of Love #3

Read previous episodes of Infections of Love by Mo Priye THE TEMPERATURE OF FEELINGS Some persons love rejections are innumerable like the rejection mails I’ve received from literary houses. However, the love rejections I’ve had can be counted on one hand because I have abandonment issues — I abandon people but I don’t give much room to be abandoned. How selfish of me, right? I’m never cautious falling in love, hence; it gets to me often. Love is a drug that gets to everyone, either it humbles us or it makes us act in manners unbecoming of us, many times both. For me, my drug is Eva and I’m heavily dosed. Eva is the kind of girl you date and you have an instant rise in social standing. “Hey, Jerry, meet my girl, Eva. Eva, Jerry?” When some guys, by chance, bring(escort?) a pretty girl to a party or…

Infections Of Love #2

Read the previous episode of Infections Of Love by Mo Priye WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LOVE? All I ever wanted was someone to love until I met her and it challenged and then humbled me in ways life shows its extremes to a growing child with wild dreams. People say that the beauty of love is in the turbulence, in the uncertainties, in the dark clouds with a peeping ray of sunshine beneath, in the odds of getting your heart wrenched any moment. Others might, but I see no beauty in mixed signals, I see no beauty in a love like cracked glass. I see no beauty in superficial loves, in love that withholds much — only giving out a part. How can one tell of their love for another and in the same breath say it’s paltry? If love could be paltry how do we measure it? Do…

Infections Of Love #1

Mo Priye brings us this mini series Infections of Love. In this memoir, the reader finds a young man conjure memories which selectively charts his journey with the opposite sex; exploring the bonds, confusions, denials, misfortunes, aches and other byproducts of love in subtle and overt ways. This memoir not only narrates the estranged relationships, but questions the validity of love.  Whoever the gods choose to destroy they first make fall in love.  — Mo Priye HOW DO YOU PROPOSE LOVE? All Stories are love stories… Can you tell of that feeling in movies when a guy goes with intent to propose his love to a girl he has been crushing on, but is met at a half open door by this girl of his dreams with a really cute guy behind, both half naked and smelling of intimate passion? That was me with Anita. I first saw her in…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #4

Read the previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze recovered faster than the doctors had anticipated and the healthier he got, the hungrier he became. All he ever did was eat, sleep and bulldoze Kara to call work for him. He could not wait to go back. He had left his conference in Abuja due to an emergency that came up on the morning of the accident and he was going to call her as soon as he arrived to his work place. Unfortunately, he never made it. Kara never complained or asked further questions. It could have been much worse. She could have been a widow and her mother-in-law would have returned to her life. The thought of the woman made her angry. She was nowhere near the replacement she had dreamed of after her mother had died. Every morning, she managed to help…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #3

Read previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze I still could not believe my terrible luck. I was not supposed to be in town for another week, but when I received Sharon’s text, I knew I could not keep it off. She was pregnant and threatening to run to Kara and tell her everything. My Kara. I opened my eyes again and there she was. I knew she had not left since morning, because her hair was still as messy as it was when the doctors came that morning. I could talk. I even wanted to, but guilt had glued my mouth shut sonce morning. I feared that she would ask why I had returned too early or without notifying her. I had no nobel reason for doing so. How would I tell her that someone was carrying the child we could not have together?…

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