Story: The Bad Girl Diaries - My First Hot Date With Dayo

    This Story was written by Nephiew Olaide

Sarah first met Dayo when a friend of hers introduced them.

Dayo was an upcoming artiste and Titi (her Friend) worked as the PR in the record Label Dayo was signed on to. He was the first artiste she had met, and the sweetest; not to mention the sexiest!

Sarah and Dayo made plans to meet in a local hotspot. They made small talk for a little while, then a friend of his (Uche) joined them. The trio chatted for a few minutes then Dayo asked Sarah if she wanted to leave; the place was a bit of a madhouse actually, so she agreed. They waved goodbye to Uche as they made their way down the wide stairwell of the building.

Sarah asked what was next on the agenda.

“Well, I’d like a drink,” answered Dayo, “but I’m not really up for a bar right now” he added quickly, seeing her wince. “My place is up the way just a bit tho, just a couple of minutes” Dayo added.

They both agreed that it sounded much better than a noisy crowded bar. They drove in silence for about 5 minutes, it was a bit chilly that night, and as Sarah liked to dress up she still felt a bit under dressed for the cool weather; especially at 11:30 pm. Dayo stopped in front of a beautiful building and unlocked the door. He led her in.

“Make yourself comfortable” he said.

Sarah headed for the couch near the window. Dayo came in with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He sat down next to her on the couch, and gently turned her around so she could lean against Him. They sat in silence for a moment until Dayo went to the Home Theatre System and turned it on.

Immediately, the opening strains of “Swim Good” by Frank Ocean softly filled the room. Dayo turned her further and put his lips near her right ear.

“Why so tense beautiful?”

“Well, I’m not really used to accompanying guys home on the first date, not even hot artistes” Sarah replied.

He laughed softly and said “don’t worry about it, I’m not really in the habit of bringing girls home on the first date either not even the beautiful ones like you”

He put his hands on her shoulders, causing her to jump.

“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “I just want to get some of the kinks in your shoulders and neck out.”

He started gently kneading Sarah’s tense muscles, and slowly the tension drained away. He moved one hand from her shoulders and brought it up to caress her cheek and the side of her neck.

Sarah leaned back till she was laying in his arms. He brought his hand up to her cheek again, and softly caressed it. Then he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He looked into her eyes and asked if he could kiss her. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and gently pulled his head down. When their lips met, Sarah immediately understood what people meant when they talked about fireworks. She had kissed quite a few men before, but never was it like this.

A guttural groan escaped Dayo’s throat and he pulled away from her slightly. He lifted her slightly and got up from the loveseat. He took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. Dayo led her into his bedroom, and over to the bed. They lay down on the bed, Sarah on her back, and Dayo lying over on top of her.

Short Story: Twisted Emotions

    This is a short story, by Clemzy

DAY: 3-11-13

LOCATION: BENIN CITY

TIME: 06:13am

It was a lovely sunday morning, unlike other days, i was feeling abystally ecstatic, i guessed it was because i was finally going to church after five weeks of being at home. so i thought.

Truth is, i was also planning not to go to church that day should my excuse scale me through. I had earlier told my dad that i can only go to church if PHCN brings power so i’ll be able to iron my clothes which i knew they wouldn’t. Not long after i made that statement the whole sitting-room became illuminated, i looked up to see the lightbulb glowing. It only meant one thing, PHCN just performed the eight wonder on earth after days of total blackout.

I became elated as i thrust my fist into the air like a football player celebrating his goal. Little did i know that i was in a psyche of dilemma, i totally forgot that i earlier made a promise to go to church if there was light.

Just then my dad uttered those words i dreaded most.

“oya go iron your clothes make we dey go the church together.” he commanded.

“ok, sir” i replied but not after wearing a grimace look.

I swiftly went into my room to plug my phone to the socket to enable it charge whilst i dashed to the shower.

Thirty minutes later i got out of the bathroom (don’t ask me what i was doing, lol), I did the needful and in another fifteen minutes time we all bundled into the car and zoomed off to church.

09:45am We got to church and alighted from the car. I was suprised to see that the church population had multiplied by two. I was oblivious that it was thanksgiving day. Unlike my Fellowship in school, i hated going to church at home because the building was a store-like apartment which could only harbour about fifteen people on a normal day but there was i seeing over thirty persons, where they came from is still a mystery to me. The church also boasted of having the most number of older generations and void of babes.

Story: My New Neighbour

    This short story is culled from thefiercelane…..

Moving to a new place was always a problem. I looked at my new house… I loved town houses. As the moving truck backed into the compound, one of my neighbours walks out of his town house. He had a woman with him.

She was pretty and he wasn’t so bad himself. He looked really nice but I wasn’t too concerned. He smiled at me and I returned the favour. It seemed like he was still looking because I felt strange eyes on me.

Not more than 30 minutes later, he was

back.

“Hello.” He said with a smile.

“Hello back.” I smiled.

“We are going to be neighbours.” I rolled my eyes. That wasn’t obvious?

“If you need anything, let me know. Can I help you move in?”

I needed the help. So I showed him what to do. He obliged.

After a couple of hours of moving in and arranging as much as I could for that day, I smiled and thanked him a lot.

“No problem. Since you don’t have any gas, would you like to come over to mine tomorrow? I cook, to a point.”

“Well…”

“Nothing oh! Just breakfast and a conversation… If you don’t mind.” I needed to eat.

“Sure.”

Next day… I am standing in front of his door, in pyjamas because… No one cares. He opened the door smiling because he was in pyjamas also. His house smelled good. I came hungry hoping to leave happy.

“Sleep good?”

“I am not used to sleeping alone. I moved out of my parent’s house.”

We walked into his kitchen. He was still cooking. I imagined him bringing this to me in bed.

“That is nice that you cook. I’m sure your girlfriend would be really happy.”

“Girlfriend? No.”

“Oh I thought…” Then I knew to just shut up.

“We may not be dating but we can get serviced once in a while no?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

“Do you have a man?”

“No.”

“Good.”

We ate and talked for a long, long time. Eventually lunch time passed without us knowing. I looked at the time and I was shocked! It was nearly 6PM!

“I have spent the whole day here!”

I had lost track of time talking with him. It felt good but I had so much to do!

“Would you stay for dinner?”

“Can I go home to shower and then come back?” I asked because I felt like a dirty girl.

He said okay and I split.

I took a shower and I was back at his within the hour. He seemed happy to have me back there. He had already prepped for dinner so while he was cooking it, I stood there and we spoke, laughed and enjoyed each other’s company.

Story: The Clean Hounded!!!

    This short piece is written by SweetPen!s, that’s a silly name *lol*


In the morning on the 5th of July I was reading for my professional exam when my phone rang, I picked It up to see who was calling, it was Golden Fox, not a regular caller, I assumed there must be business, I answered and we exchanged pleasantries, he said there is a friend of his that would love to meet with me, that he wanted my approval first before giving out my contact details, why I asked?

He said he used a pic of my d!ck as his display picture and indicated it belonged to his friend, he said the friend of his had not allowed him to rest since she saw the pic, I said he should go ahead and give out my contact details, the call ended.

I wasn’t myself anymore, I couldn’t read, I began to think who the lady was, what she looked like, I began to smell pus§sy, not just pus§sy but new pus§sy, in fact I was restless, I waited for the call or text message to come in but non did, each time my phone rang with a strange number that day I hurriedly picked it up to know who the caller was but was disappointed as it wasn’t the call I eagerly waited for.

The day ended and didn’t get a call or text from the lady.

Two days after the call from Golden fox, I got a text message in the morning from the lady I had been waiting for, she introduced herself and indicated whom she got my contact number from, sent her BB pin and asked me to add her that she would love to know me more, that there is something interesting about me, I smiled and said correct babe.


I replied and said I wasn’t on BB but was on yahoo, that we could chat there to get to know ourselves more, I tried logging in onto yahoo network but network didn’t just didn’t permit me to, we kept exchanging text messages, I logged in at some time finally but my phone battery gave up.

We exchanged text messages from morning till evening of that day or so if not till night. We got to know ourselves, shared s3x experiences and shared s3x fantasies. Sent her pictures of my d!ck on her request, probably she wanted to be sure if what she saw the other day was mine, she sent her partially nude pictures as well; she is endowed both on her breast and her as§s.

We were at it again the next day in the morning chatting on yahoo when network or my phone battery didn’t give up or via text messages when internet connection was bad, each text message we exchanged made us eager to want to meet.

All these while my preparation for the exam had gone from bad to worse, I had to dedicate the 8th of July a Friday to reading if not I would have failed the exam, the following days also communication reduced down due to my exam which she was aware of, I wrote the exam on Saturday and Sunday.

After the exam, communication got back to full gear, we couldn’t wait anymore to be with each other.

We planned on where to meet on Monday, that’s her aunt’s house if no one was home or a hotel, I was to go to UNILAG to make enquiries with a friend that day for post-graduate program, she called severally to let me know what the situation at her aunt’s house was, but I wasn’t with the phone she called, she called my other line which I was with and said she had been calling me to update me and sent me text messages, I picked up the phone and replied her text saying I was about leaving the house for UNILAG.

Story: Sugar Mummy And I

I’m sitting in my mum’s shop away from the busy life of Lagos (mind you, we live in the suburbs of Lagos) trying to think what next after graduation, cos this boredom is killing me like crazy.

Months now since I dropped the pen after that very last exam and popping champagne and drinking booze all-night trying to believe we’ve graduated (even though we aint seen our result yet) and the thought of NYSC is still months away, does kill me (partially because I think it’s a waste of a year in your life and the suspense of not knowing if you’d be thrown in a crisis torn or technologically deprived village).

Amidst this thought my phone rang…. The second ring broke my thought and on checking who it was it was Mrs. Y (name withheld).

Mrs. Y is the wife of the ambassador of Nigeria to a Caribbean country (name withheld), she has a very successful chain of boutiques and supermarkets (name withheld) and was in Nigeria most times rather than being with her husband, she has two daughters and a son, both daughters are my age group but still in some private university (name withheld).

Hmmmm….How did we meet? You might ask. I met her at a famous cinema at Yaba. I watched her daughter with great interest as she ran off to meet a friend of hers and I had to take the lift with her and in the silence of the lift, I heard a voice say “You seem to like my daughter huh?!” Trying to pretend I didn’t hear her the first time, I said “’scuse me?” Then she said “Oh! Come off it, it’s not like I dint see you staring at my Teni”, Then I chuckled “you got me there ma“.


“My name is Mrs. Y and I think I’ll be stuck to you past this elevator, you won’t mind some company would you?”

“Naaah” I said, without thinking twice. DING, The elevator opens and after the “after you” courtesy, I now realized that she is indeed a fine woman with a J-lo kinda body.

We decided to chat off at one of the eateries while we wait for our movie. I told her a little about myself and she told me a whole lot – she got married at nineteen and now thirty nine with three kids and how she knows that her husband fools around with Caribbean girls, but she can’t do anything about it because he’s ten years older. She told me about Temi, Teni and Timi.

Short Story: Karma!!!

   
This is Short story written by Obinna Lawrence…

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he adjusted his tie, fidgeting with the knot till it was the way he wanted it to be, he patted down himself, rinsed his hands, and exited the bathroom looking once more calm and collected.

Anyone who saw him, saw a young man well contented with his lot in life a spot on observation. Why wouldn’t he be content, his business was flourishing, C.E.O and co-founder of peach, a multi million company that produced cosmetics, he was happily married, with two kids to his name, another hopefully on the way. And he was only 33.

He had accomplished so many things in his few years on earth that had him on so many people’s lips. Humble to a fault, looking at him, you won’t see all this, all you can tell is that he was content. Packing up the document he had been working on, his mind wandered off, wondering once ore what his wife had in store for him, it was their 2nd year anniversary, and she had been acting secretive before he left the house that morning. he knew without been told that she had a surprise for him, he just hoped whatever it was, would b better than the year before.

Where they were forced to cut they anniversary short because one of the wings in the hotel they lodged in inflamed, reasons unknown. He glanced at his wrist watch, thirty more minutes before he closed for the day, He opened the case that was just delivered to him and withdrew the jewelry encased in it.. Perfect.

He had been explicit when detailing it to the jewelry maker, he knew his wife too well and knew what she would go for. And the piece he had in his hand was spot on His intercom buzzed and he picked it up”Yes””Sir, I have Mr uzoegwu here for the interview’ He frowned ‘interview? thought that was tomorrow’ ‘He must have mixed up the information sir, should I tell him to come back’ He glanced at his wrist watch again, 30mins still to go, “no, let him in. Might as well get it over and done with’ he made to end the call ‘and oh, give me 5 mins before u send him in”OK sir’ He put the jewelry back in its case, and placed it in his briefcase, His assistant had up and quit on him the week before, stating that her husband of Two months had decided to relocate her oversees.

Short Story: Till Death Do Us Part

 
 A short story written by Enitsua…..

As He browsed his marriage Album, he was overwhelmed by acute nostalgia. He being a creative type had segmented the 100 page album.

The first 15 pages were dedicated to pictures of Himself and her when they were just dating. He Titled it ‘Happy ever before’. The next 40 pages were decorated with pictures of the traditional union, white and court, he dubbed that one ‘Happy ever’.

The rest of the pages were kept for the future. He was to name it ‘Happy ever after’.

As he flipped some more, he smiled even more. It hadn’t been easy, he had loved her since the begining. They had been friends for almost a decade. One day he asked her out and she gave a blatant “NO”. She did acquiesce after two years, thanks to His relentless persevearance, they dated for a while, they fell madly in love and then decided to expose their love for each other in the alter.

He was about turning the page, when his dearly beloved wife put her hand and stopped the page. She said she loved the picture.

It was a picture of them some eleven years ago posing in small studio. They both looked at the picture then stared at each other and for a moment he taught he saw tears haording in her big emerald eyes. This had to be love, if it wasn’t love then no couple came close to love like these two.

He showered his wife with gifts, luxury trips and all the comfort in the world and she in turn saturated her husband with the best cuisines and earth quaking s3x. Life was good.

It was time for Him to attend his annual bar conference. Henry had made a pac with himself that within eight years he would assume the most coverted title in the law practice, the senior advocate of Nigeria (S.AN). He had to make his family comfortable and his wife proud of him. If not of this commitment, nothing else in the world would have taken him away from his pink. He fondly called her that.

While he searched for his tie, so he could pack up, he saw something, an old scragly note. It had been written by himself several years ago, the night she agreed to be his girlfriend, also they first time they made love. She had asked him how long he would be with her and he responded by means of a note. He wrote “Till death do us part”.

He picked up the note, closed his eye and kissed it, then shoved it into his travelling box and hurried to the airport. That travelling box was his favourite.

On the plane, all he could think of was her large glowing eyes, her contagous smile, her fair soft skin. The melody of her voice rang frequently in his ears. He was missing his baby. Not to worry he had pleaded with his trusted friend and best man to stay in his house, so his wife doesn’t feel too lonely. Still he was missing his baby, his pink.

On landing in his destination he was told that the conference had been postponed due to the mysterious death of the bar president. In 45 minutes he was back, in the front door of his home. His heart pounding with joy. Home is indeed where the heart lies.

On entering his parlour, he heard and saw something simultaneously, a sight that got him dazed and made his consciousness skip. He had dashed into his parlour just in time to see his unclad wife bouncing, writhing and moaning uncontrolably untop of his best friend. She was screaming and acting in ways she never did with him.

The two were going at it and sweating profusely, when they jumped

apart on seeing him. Their eyes suddenly filled with remorse and

sincere apology.

After the shock faded and reality hit. He taught of rushing for his gun and killing the two then blasting himself but in another instance he decided against it, he just walked away, taking back his box with him. He knew he would never return to that house.

He would sell it off. As for his wife and friend. They were history. There was crying, pleading, apologies even interventions but they all fell on deaf ears.

His mind was made up. He wanted no business with the past. The image of that night was too painfull to bear, no one deserved to relive such reality.

He had forgiven his wife but that was all he could offer.

…………..

It had been ten years since and now he lived in another city, single and happy but the scar remained. He was on his way to his S.A.N conferement. His dream had come true.

In his small comfy home, he tucked his travelling box ready to go then he felt something bulge at the purse side of his travelling box, he had not utilised that purse in ten years.

He squeezed his hand in and he retrieved a ball of paper. Mystified, he unfurled it and realised it was a note, very rumpled, barely elegible.

It wrote “Till death do us part”.

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Short Story: Who Mess? (Very Funny)

    This is one very funny and short story written by Foxyrebirth…

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I looked around me as the stress on my bowels intensified and the sweat falling quickly from my open sweat pores turned into a mini shower splashing those who were sitted right in front of me.

They turned once or twice to look at me but seeing the agony on my face they faced their fronts without any single word. I had sat down in church that fateful morning watching the service with keen interest when it hit me.

At first I thought I wanted to fart, so I held onto the unwelcomed gas and kept look at the pulpit with rapt attention jotting down main points, so the gas deflated back into my system making me breath again with ease. I adjusted my buttocks and sat firmly on the opening of the gas chamber, any mistake here could result to multiple inter-lulu in motion which I cannot be deemed responsible for.

Afterall, I had made up my mind to skip service that day. Mama had fed me the previous night with beans, baked beans to be precise and throughout the night my stomach had been upset, the gas building up but none coming out. I had woken up that morning with my stomach as round as a ball and making sound of a skin drum wen tapped on it gently. ”dum dum dum”.

I had quickly run to the toilet after my fifth brother came out, I even chanced my twin sister who is the elder of the two. Bathing on sundays occurs according to age grade and each of my brothers makes it a routine to debowel their systems before taking their bath proper.

I quickly pulled my trouser and sat on the toilet counting 1 – 50 and then using force to push the unwanted product from my system. Each effort was met with a brick wall. The poo was not forthcoming.

I pushed and pushed and finally gave up when the pounding on the door intensified.

”Attai, na born you dey born abi you wan full suckaway with poo” Chei, I jumped into the bath and quickly rushed my bath and found myself battling with the overdued poo and lots of fart right in the middle of a sermon.

The first attempt to stop it had been a successful one. I thought all was over until it came back with a force stronger than the tsunami that no effort could send it back.

I just sat there and compressed my anus and pressd it firmly to the plastic chair. Having trapped the gas on the plastic chair, I made the great attempt of pushing the air back into my system but it was proving stubborn.

I was becoming wet under my armpit, the neck of my shirt too was soaking and my hand shaky as I held the pen to the paper not jotting anything, I was fighting a battle.

”Guy, na poo get you for inside church o, see falling of hands abeg, your yelow fineboy skin no go help you today”

My mind whispered into my ear. I looked round to see if it was someone from behind me that had said it but discovered the faces behind me looking with rapt attention at the pulpit. A soft laugh followed by a rumbling sound in my stomach, loud enough for people to hear and strong enough to make me vibrate on my seat ocurd.

I presd my buttocks the more down to the chair. Raising my head, I saw eyes looking at me but ignored them and concentrated on not letting the fart out.

”Resist the devil and he will flee from thee” The pastor seemed to be saying. I quickly braced myself and whispered a short prayer: ”I bind you spirit of fart and unwelcomed poo” But instead of it to flee, it intensified.

I paused and looked round again and this time, I made to get up, squeezing the opening of my anus tight, mistake could be deadly in this case.

”Bros, you dey block me” A voice said from behind me. Eh, block wetin? I sat down dejectedly and waited for my chance to bolt.

The distance between my position of sitting and the closest door was so far that I will not make it 5meters before offloading the gas in the chamber.

”If you want to be born again, raise your hand up, bless you, stand up let me pray for you”

I did not wait for his statement to finish dropping before jumping straight up. Applause rang out for my seeming readiness to become born again.

”Come forward let me pray with you”

I was the first to reach the front. ”You see that pastor over there” Which pastor again eh? ”Go with him, he has more word to share withyou”

I doubled up and ran as fast as my joined legs plus tight anus could carry me. I made it first and as soon as the man moved towards the door, I rushed pass his and made it to the door.

Just as I opened my leg to cross through the door and hasten my steps, all hell was let loose. The sound, both in gun style and silent gases came forth with anger and all my effort to stop it proved abortive.

I ran and the sound followed me, I could feel little wet lumps in my trouser and as I turned back, I saw people falling down under the influence. I waited not. And did I ever go back to hear the rest of the story?? My brothers came back home that day bruised and tattered.

A stampede had occurred to escape the gas from my gas chamber.

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