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Story: The Heat Of Virginity – Part 5

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                           The company made arrangements for me to travel to the U.S for a 10 months managerial course. I only wished I could tell the good news to Tope, but there was no means, she didn’t have a phone, she wasn’t on social media and not even an email account, Few days later I traveled to Texas, U.S. It was a wonderful learning experience and I was well taken care of. I met people from different parts of the world and I had a great time. At the end of the exercise, I returned back to Nigeria and the following day I was a*signed to the position of an a*sistant manager. I had my own office and desk, it was too good to be true. My salary was wow!! My life was beautiful. After 3months of working I was able to acquire a brand new car. I could afford any luxury that I wanted. ¶° More story @ focuswap.com My fashion changed, I got lots of cool natives and suits, expensive wrist watche...

Story: The Heat Of Virginity – Part 4

I loved her and I became so fond of her. We became more carnal and grew in intimacy. Everyday we engaged in lascivious delight and Tope began to enjoy the pleasurable ecstasy each time we entangled in the salacious act. After my service year had ended, I decided to stay back for a week so as to bid farewell to Tope. I knew everything we had was going to end as soon as I departed from Kogi state, and she knew that too. She couldn’t help but cry all through the last few days I spent with her. I felt for her, I was moved but I couldn’t change what fate had put before us. ¶° Story from √ focuswap.com.ng The day I was leaving, she saw me off to the garage. As I waited for the vehicle to be filled, she was sobbing inordinately, her face covered in tears and her nose licking…. It was a sorry sight, I hugged her close and she cried out loud. “Noo… My life! My life! Oh God why?” I said to her. “Tope it’s okay baby, I will miss you dearly.” She then said. “What wil...

Story: The Heat Of Virginity – Part 3

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                        She was really improving in her preparations towards her examination. She was able to solve all the difficult problems she once faced and I was proud she was making a headway. The JAMB exams came and she smashed it. She scored 250 and I bought her a wrist watch for doing so good. It was friday night around 9:30pm. I heard a knock on the door and it was Tope. I was really surprised seeing her there and I said to her. “Why are you out this late?” She said. “I told my mom I was going for Vigil.” I then said. “Come in, you lied to your mom abi?” She couldn’t answer me. I made her noodles and she ate. We both laid down on the bed, I knew what I feared the most was revealing its head. I had just my boxers on and I don’t like sleeping with much clothes on. ¶° Story from √ focuswap.com.ng She then said. “Do you have water in the bathroom, I want to shower.” I then knew that n...

Story: The Heat Of Virginity – Part 2

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                    Her first day at my place was an amazing one. She brought me rice, dodo and 3 pieces of meat. I was r b eally touched and I felt she truly cared for me. The most enthralling thing she did again was, she washed all my dirty clothes, including my boxers and she swept my room and arranged my stuffs. No lady had done such to me except my mom. I was moved by that and felt more obliged to her. We couldn’t do any reading that day. So I walked her home around 6:30pm. I got to my room and it looked quite different. Neat and very organized. I laid on my neatly made bed and I thought to myself. “Is it possible something real can happen between Tope and I??” But I considered the years she would spend in the University and all. She came the following day. This time she wore a fitted gown. I Knew I was going to be in trouble if I don’t seldom caution myself. I then told her to list out the most difficult topi...

Story: The Heat Of Virginity – Part 1

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Welcome to anther exciting story and i hope you will enjoy its                         My name is adeolu There’s a saying. “What can’t kill you can make you stronger.” But the truth is action speaks louder than mere words. I don’t know how strong I will be coming out from this predicament that I have found myself. This all started about 2 years ago in my youth service year in Kogi state. There was this very good canteen not too far from Yagba East local government council, where I frequent often go for my CDS. It was the aroma that lured me to the place, the savory of scented stew and fried meat, it was irresistible, I couldn’t just evade myself from the luscious captivity that overwhelmed me Perhaps, a simple restrain would have changed history, would have saved me from all these. As I entered the canteen, I grabbed a plate and stood on the queue salivating and waiting for my turn. When it got to my turn...