He began washing her neck; painfully taking his time walking his way up and down each arm before moving to her full chest. Her breasts were firm and felt so wonderfully smooth. He reached around her and spent another minute washing and kneading her breasts. The thought of biting those nipples not minding the soap; made his rod harder than the one Moses used in parting the red sea.
He moved on down her body, she turned around her hands up, holding the pipe to give her more balance. When he got to her crotch, she lowered one of her hands and put it on his, pressing it to her crotch. She held it tightly there and began moving her hips and moaning softly.He rubbed around her clit with his fingers until she pushed his hand lower, forcing his fingers to slide between her flowery folds. She continued to guide his fingers up and down, from her slit to her clit. Her hips never stopped moving, and she continued to moan. It wasn't long before her head began swaying lDavid woke up to discover he was now scooping a pillow and Nevaeh was gone. He felt simmering anger, he threw the pillow away and underneath it was another letter containing the same write up from the previous morning.Now the whole drama was puzzling and strange. After their conservation yesternight, she still left without informing him. What kind of game was she playing? Where is she rushing to the early hours of the morning? Could it be to meet another boyfriend or her parents before they woke up? Why does she not talk about herself? Where does she come from every night? What does she spend her day doing? How come her first name is the only thing he knows about her? Why is the sex so pleasurable and interesting like it wasn't of this world? How come a birthmark on a dead girl was on her at exactly the same spot? Is it even possible? All these questions and more rushed through his head and not even one could he provide a reasonable answer. Still confused and in search
After the fourth bottle of his favourite beer; Guinness Stout which he believes is a form of man-power he asked the barman"Do you believe in ghosts?""Why are you downcast? Have you lost your job?" he asked looking at him with suspicion."Nigerians, must we always reply to a question with another question. Do you believe in ghosts, yes or no?""Yes I do…" the barman responded waiting to see where this was headed for he knew it's the alcohol speaking."Have you seen or met any?" he asked slowly raising his head from the bottle, staring and studying his facial expression."No, I haven't met any but probably have seen. When my mother passed away, I could still see her walking around the house; cooking and disturbing things in the kitchen. I woke up sometimes to see her seated beside my bed smiling down at me. I think at that time, her spirit hasn't let go of some earthly things"."Hmm, so you believe som
David woke up, stretched his arms and legs, took a look at the wall clock, it was twenty-six minutes to Nine pm. His breath smells of alcohol; his entire body smells. He still had time, so he decided to rush his bath before she came. He unlocked the door but shut it.While under the shower, he ran through how it will all play out in his head. He won't allow that ghost to touch him again. Once he sets his eyes on her, he is so calling her name and let her be gone. If he can successfully free himself from this girl or ghost, he will give skirt-chasing a hard break.Lost in introspect, he was brought back to his living nightmare by a soft knock on the door. He kept quiet waiting to be sure it wasn't in his head. The knock came again, this time louder.Should he answer or not? Or just keep quiet till she gets exhausted from knocking and leaves? But she will just return the next night and the one after that till he answers. Should he just walk naked
"Peter took my better half; he killed my twin sister" tears stream down her eyes as the words came out of her mouth, but she didn't blink nor wavered the gun.David thought quickly, how is this his business? He and his brother may look alike but they are clearly two different people. So his stupid brother has enjoyed with another person and he is to pay for his sins. But saying that out loud will only add salt to the injury; so he sympathized."I'm so sorry, really sorry for your loss but I'm not my brother's keeper…""Of course, I know that""Then why the gun is pointed at me and not yours truly?""Shut the fuck up. You aren't even giving me reasons to spare your fucked up life" she screamed irritated, stepping close to place the cold metal against his forehead. The thought of she pulled the trigger sending a bullet through his skull and it comes out from behind with some part of his brain, turned his blood to ice. Ins
Soon, I was far above the roof of the building, seeing the roof of our house; it was dark outside as I travelled in the air at an incredible speed through streets and buildings. I saw colours I never knew existed floating beside me; they were so vivid I could practically touch them. I was a troubled and neglected child back here; Heaven was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eyes, the one that will do great things but she loved me for who I am.While outside my body, I was at peace, free like a bird, all my troubles gone. I was supposed to be scared, afraid but I wasn't; instead for the first time, I felt truly alive. I could do whatever I wanted and go wherever I wanted. Time seems not to matter anymore for it was like sand on the beach. After what felt like forever, I soon found myself at the entrance of a classroom.Surprised, and puzzled; I reluctantly walked in to discover it was my classroom in SS3. It was now in ruins, the ceiling falling dow
The lights flashed from a brilliant blue-green one second, then to a stunning neon yellow the next. The sweet, pungent scent of women's expensive perfume mixed with the spicy smell of brandy, created a stimulating aroma that lingered in the air.Oversized, plush leather chairs were seated in sets of four, each surrounding a round glass table, scattered around the club. Beside each round table stood a beautiful waitress, wearing a stunning black - short and body-hugging gown with matching high heels; that showed their shaking buttocks as they cat-walked to take orders.A bar span from one end of the large hall to the other. Its countertop is made of black granite and tempered glass, shining and spotless. Behind the counter were about three to four barmen, dressed in pink long sleeves and black waistcoats.They occasionally took a bottle of wine from the illuminated shelves made of glass, sustaining several dozens of wine bottles behind them and
That Friday, five years ago has been the best day of her life till recently. Now she wishes she never entered that library, where she met that heartbreaker; but she recalls pushing open the heavy swing door and went into a large hall with a tiled chessboard floor.About forty to fifty shelves of neatly arranged books fanned out from the central reception area. Behind the shelves were comfortable leather armchairs and large barricaded tables for quiet studies arranged in rows.The cold and hushed atmosphere was occasionally punctured by laughers and loud whispers. The entire hall smells of old books and bleach.Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.She walke
Judith closed her book, paying undivided attention to him as he went on about he believes and ideas. Everything about him fascinated her; his voice was like music, soft and whispery. He talked slowly, and every detail of his story seemed to come alive as he spoke, his hands moving to embellish his words. That moment felt right, and she found herself thinking maybe their stars really aligned and this could be destiny.After about an hour into the entertaining and amusing conversation, Tony excused himself, saying he was going for a fellowship somewhere on campus. He stood up, told her he enjoyed their conversation and left after saying goodbye.She tried returning to the novel but couldn't concentrate; the thoughts of Tony clouded her mind. How could he leave just like that? Leave without asking for her contact? Could he have forgotten? If she had made him go crazy as he claimed, how will he leave without her number or means of contact?Deciding