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
Eva was struggling with her breath as she waited in anticipation for Ciara’s response. When she saw that Ciara was still shocked at her moves she was forced to ask:“What do you have to say, baby girl?” she asked and the cold fingers of Ciara she had been holding became warm and sweating profusely. Ciara unlocked her fingers from hers and a fresh kind of wind blew and they became chilled and dried once again.“I…” Ciara stuttered, fondling her fingers shyly, “I need to return home this minute,” she said in one breath making sure she didn’t stutter.Eva stroked her hair and tried to hold Ciara on the arm but Ciara pulled her hands from her. “But I need your answer. What do you have to say about my feeling s for you?” She asked in a mild yet disturbed tone. “I love you, Ciara. If you give me a chance to prove it, I will convince you beyond any reasonable doubt that these men you see walking around,” she pointed at a handful of passers-by who were mostly men, “Can’t love. I will make yo
“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
“You are carrying twin baby boys in that stomach, so please take your antenatal seriously,”Those words of the doctor kept ringing in Meyer’s head all day long. She least expected a one night stand with Brian resulting to pregnancy with twin baby boys and she had doubted the doctor diagnosis until she visited another doctor who confirmed the same thing. Gradually as the day went by her bump started shooting out of her body. Pregnancy was the least of motherhood experiences he wanted but for the involvement and sake of Brian being a man she loved so much she was willing to pay the price for motherhood.She was done having her bath and she walked out of the bathroom stood before the mirror and looked into it while she rubbed her baby bump and swallowed into her nakedness, staring at her baby bump with caution and tenderness. Her breasts were inflating into bigger sight of attraction; her waist had grown wider and thicker like her entire body. She swirled around and smiled as she rubbed