Ciara was well seated on the last row at the back of the commercial bus. The day at school went busy and draining as usual and she couldn’t wait to question Oliver for going home without her. He had promised not to see her ply the commercial bus; that it was too demeaning and embarrassing for the girl of a rich boy. Although she always had fun exploring commercial buses, she rarely held discussions with other students who most often than not misunderstood remarks with jocular intention.She had experienced the most memorable and most intriguing moments with other students in a commercial bus; the other day two students whom she assumed to be lovers had a quiet quickie just a few inches from her spot; and at the other time a boy, a cute albino Mexican had written a love note and tossed to her. When she unfolded the note, she beheld the roughly scribbled message; Are you searching? Please marry me. She had laughed uncontrollably as other passengers glared at her unable to fathom the

Ciara curled up at the corner of the wall in her room, her face looking all red and nose and eyes dripping of tears and her body suffered from her pounding heart. As she wailed her whole body trembled and shook like a tennis ball on a vibrating table. Overnight, the leaked nude video of herself had ridiculed her and put her name on the lips of every student, and haters. Walking freely in public became an issue that dazed her body with itches. Free living wasn’t a thing for her anymore, so she absconded from school and turned up to be a loner, so as to avert the attention of scoffers.On social media her name was an anthem, and the video went viral with barely three million views accumulatively. With clenched teeth, she read the gross comments of viewers and endeared the curses and scoffery of enraged viewers that flooded her official page- a page she created few months ago to canvass for her fashion business in the near future. Now she had lost her business to lust. She was losing e

Mrs. Fanny’s vice was at the top of it all, moaning into the scarcely lit sitting room and scratching the network of veins and bones that wired his shoulders and back. At this time she was rubbing his back to encourage his doings, and at the other time she was searching for what to hold onto; whatever it be the arm of the chair or his shoulders or his head. Like vengeance, he kept slapping into her. And under his hot libido, she vibrated like a disturbed string that was tied edge to edge. All the while they made love, it had never gotten this hot; and she was thudded with suspicion of this sex being their last; the usual intention of men taking their very last straw of sex so seriously and brutal that their victim would doubt if they would ever make love again; that was what she thought. Although Ken had proven to be a powerful alpha in bed than her husband, she was not out to settle for less. A ring must graze her finger or no deal. Encouragingly the body and charms she pulled thro

The first day of the relationship class had Ciara sharing a stunning stare across the beautiful and handsome faces that had experienced hurt at one point in their lives. Prior to that time she had thought heart break was meant for a special kind of people but with what she was seeing she had come to realize heart break was a general disease.Once she entered the class her eyes searched for vacant seats; the pews were occupied in its entirety that if one should sprinkle water across no drop of water would touch the floor. Just then her gaze caught a hand waving her over; it was the arm of a pretty girl that looked like a doll. Ciara puzzled before following her wave; when she got to the girl’s pew, she realized there was room enough to accommodate just one person; and she was that lucky person. The girl shifted and Ciara sat beside her.“Thank you,” Ciara appreciated her kind gestures. “I will have stood all through the class if not for you.”All the while Ciara spoke, the girl had a

“You are welcome to my home for the first time,” Ciara sounded, turning her fallen lustful, pale, bust, flat tummy and vagina line in between beefy thighs to Brian.Brian wanted to make a comment but he felt his eyes getting busier than his lips. Ciara had yanked her leg wide open now and the interesting broad view before brain was Ciara’s well shaven vagina lips calling on him. At the time he wanted to look away, possibly somewhere at the wall above her on the frames of art work scattered all over the wall or the enlarged wedding frame of Ciara and her husband on the wall opposite. He knew Ciara had set a trap and he had fallen. But he thought she had given up on him especially now another man, not just a man but a billionaire was warming her thighs.Ciara sat up, shooting her desire-filled stare at him and dimming her eyes like a stripper. “What do I offer you?” she asked.At first Brian thought he could tell her to dress up. But what he was able to do some time in the past had rema