One Night Parole

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Doing it for her Daughter

Chacha Ibe felt the familiar pressure on her bladder the moment she awoke married to a very wealthy never home business man husband. She turned her head and saw the alarm clock on the bedside table showed 1:56 am, and she rolled out of bed gently not to wake her husband. In silent bare feet on carpet she quickly and quietly made her way in the dark to the bathroom.

Teaching My Whoring Wife a Lesson

I had been suspecting for a while now that my young wife was having an affair. There had been little hints and signs: coming home from work to find that my wife had taken a shower in the middle of the afternoon; her eagerness to 'surprise' me now and then with a home-cooked dinner and pampering massage; the way she sometimes abruptly hung up on her mobile phone when I would walk into the room (and the fact that she got a new phone, one that had a password lock on the memory).

Corporate Fun………………………………….3

The restaurant was extraordinarily dark when I entered it and locked the door behind me. It was an hour past when the last dinner guest would have left. Instead of the hum of activity I was used to hearing when standing at the reception desk, there was only silence.

I walked past the desk and leaned my head around the corner and down the hallway leading to the various dining rooms. More darkness. And silence.

Ibe, my manager, had told me I'd receive instructions once inside. But where...and how? I was more used to meeting our corporate guests in their motel rooms. This was a little disconcerting.

Corporate Fun…………………………..2

I worked my way through the kitchen, dodging cooks and waitresses. The fact that none of them responded to my exclamation proved one point to me: I walked through the kitchen crying "fuck" way too often.

I was on my way to the restaurant manager's office...and not happy about it. I knew what he probably wanted. I would be working overtime.

Corporate Fun…………………………..1

I lifted my shirt over my head and watched Nzube's eyes lock onto my breasts. He was handsome in bed in just his boxers. I guessed he was somewhere around forty, worked out but not with weights and was nervous around a girl half his age. He was stiff the whole time I undressed him. Stiff as in tense. I was still working on making him stiff as in rigid.

Naughty Funmi

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Funmi was awoken by the sounds of her shades being opened. Slowly she opened her eyes to her mother in her room walking toward her. Funmi was 18 years old, a senior secondary school and the only child to a single mother. She was a very pretty girl with long brown hair and soft, fair skin. She was about 5'6" tall, weighed 50.802Kg and loved to play sports which kept her body in great shape.

Good Shag

Erotic Masturbation

Mother’s Best friend .......Reloaded

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Mother’s Best friend

My name is Ozoemena. I have lived next door to my best friend for the better part of 30 years in a small town close to a big city. Her name is Akudo. To this day, Akudo and I still get together several times a week. Though I doubt she would want anything to do with me if she knew what happened last year between me and the youngest of her eight children, Kalu.

Warri Parole: Amanda and Nkiru Visit’s

To all readers – This is a story that is FICTION. The characters are not real and they do not exist. I am not writing to make anyone angry or to bring out your indignation at the content of the story. It is meant for one thing one, sexual enjoyment. It is not a grammatical thesis and neither is it a test for the spelling bee. It is a FICTIONAL story to be enjoyed and maybe even supply some with gratification.

Amanda and Chima started dating almost by accident. One Friday Chima took the afternoon off and hung out at the restaurant bar after lunch. Amanda was working the bar that day instead of waiting tables. It was slow from 1:30PM until about 5:00PM and that's when Amanda and Chima started chit-chatting. The two of them really hit it off when they chatted. Amanda was not working that night so when Chima asked her out to dinner she accepted.

What Best friends Do

Knowing Bola most part of my life has simply been an amazing experience. We have been friends over a decade and we are still going strong.

Bola and I had met almost exactly a decade earlier, when we started at the same university. A group of mutual friends had seen us spend a lot of time over the next four years together, and we were pretty close. It'd never come to anything more—not for any defined reason, just that we were good friends, and that was fine. I had a few girlfriends over the years, though I was never aware of Bola being in any substantive relationship. I read between a few lines and thought there might have been a couple of dates, but none of them seemed to lead anywhere. In this regard, Bola had always been rather reserved, and had never shared much about this side of her life, despite all the time we'd spent together.