Grandma, Brian and Ciara were seated to a mouth-watering dish at the dining table. Ciara had informed grandma about her resignation from the farm because of her wedding which was due to take place in two days, and upon Brian’s advice grandma had hosted a dinner to bid her farewell.They ate quietly and Ciara was forced to commend the cook that prepared the food.“This is sumptuous,” she muttered, yet masticating with a rare appetite. “Who prepared this?” she paused to ask.Grandma stole a glance at Brian and her wrinkled jaw dragged in delightsome smile.Brian stared at her before a huge smile possessed his oval face as he continued munching his meal.“Your Brian did,” grandma replied, opening her mouth to the peppery barbecue that was approaching it.“I thought as much. Brian; the magical finger behind the pot. He is the best thing that has ever happened to the girl folk,” Ciara eulogized Brian and admired the dimples that sank in Brian’s cheeks the moment smiles curled up at the cor
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 was highly infuriated at the sight of her nudity which was making the round at school. Upon beholding the video, her mind went straight to Oliver. Obviously she had no other boyfriend than he and what crazed her so much were the scoff, gossip, and mockery of her that hung across the school.When she got to her terminal, amidst gnashing teeth, she boarded a VIP taxi to Oliver’s home. She was going to teach him the lesson of his life. He would have to explain to the nude video- there was a mystery and she was out-and-out to know the mystery.She was sobbing now. The taxi driver caught hold of her drawn wry face in the mirror in front.“Hi, hope all is well?” the driver asked and when his answerer gave him the cold shoulder he said, “Did your boyfriend break your heart. Is a pity, take care OK.”As for Ciara’s sobbing there was no stopping her, she had her face in her soft palms and wailed on. She wanted to understand Oliver’s reason for mistreating her. The effervescent of disgust
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
In a jiffy the door creaked open and the prison warden pranced into the visitors’ waiting room with Mr. Fanny; it was then Mrs. Fanny raised up her gaze which had been downwards all along.His hair wasn’t a clean cut any more, dread locks filled his scalp, with jaw carpeted with grey, neatly-carved beards and mustache. The orange overall was closely fitted due to the muscles and tight skin underneath, and a tattoo of an axe was stamped on the right arm, while on the left arm Ciara was stylishly written with a shapely flower by it; he had earned this in its entirety within a short while in jail. His eyes held fire, lips paused dryly and eyes blinked once in an interval. As he sat opposite, Mrs. Fanny, his wife, he asked her a million questions with his malicious glare and sadness that hung on his brow.“You have ten minutes,” the prison warden reminded them and quickly tucked away, standing and staring at the liveliness in the prison through the window.For a minute only their offensiv
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
Ciara stared at him from head to toes, as though she had not noticed his looks the moment she swirled around; as though there was something spectacular she hadn’t noticed on his body.“You think I can’t sleep at night without you, right? Or you expect me to come yearning for your dirty dick, eh?” Ciara said, forcing out a smile and wishing she could keep it at that pace without losing it. She had searched for such moment she would vent her anger to him.He lit his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke, “As much as I know you need me in your life. Soon your vagina will come itching and you will run to Oliver, the dick king for satisfaction then I will shut my door against you. The table will soon turn, mark my words,” he blew another cloud of smoke but this time in Ciara’s face. The whirl wind came for her help and blew away the smoke which disappeared into thin air.“Now listen up nanny’s boy,” said Ciara, her face gathering flames, and the anger on her face much visible even in the
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