Kill That Boredom Now With Great Stories And Win Up To #10,000 Weekly By Commenting Only

KILL THAT BOREDOM NOW WITH GREAT STORIES!  PS: Read this post carefully to the end to lean how to win #10,000 weekly by commenting  ...

Must Read: The Exclusive Sex Worker Episode 30

  • Featured Featured

    Own A Website

    Download Our Mobile App

    A Story written by Afroditte…
    Did You Missed Any Episode Read It HERE



    She was breathing as hard as I was as I felt like
    sleeping(Or should I say my eyes were turning me?).
    She stood up and started saying “What have I
    done?”.. Some stories about why I shouldn’t have
    released into her and how she wasn’t thinking
    (Mtcheww.. Girls self, na only you come, na only
    you say make I no use CD, na only you dey regret?
    Why? ).. but I used my last strength to tell her
    that I couldn’t help it as she was so sweet and that
    that’s the best S£x I ever had . (Best!!!!!! I tell you)
    She wasn’t happy, I could tell from her face but I
    didn’t really have a conscience to apologize, besides
    she was a master in this field and should have
    allowed me use a condom.
    Off to the toilet she went to wash herself up as My
    millions of potential children(Sorry kids .. Daddy
    had to sacrifice you all ) dripped of her pussay
    that was shining like Gold… While she was in there
    and the shower started running, I started my own
    madness

    “You this boy, You be bad man!!!! See as you make
    esther dey waka like say na Ramsey kind of injury
    she carry.. Oboy I feel you… But wait oh.. You no
    wear condom? Aids is real sha ” I was pointing at
    my D*I*CK(SEAL ) and talking to it in my mind
    when I suddenly remembered Asamoah..
    He didn’t call, didn’t send a message.. Or maybe I
    didn’t hear anything.. But on checking my phone, I
    discovered the phone was Off!
    “This must be my head at work!!! (Remember I
    hit my head for the phone shey? ” I said in my
    mind as I switched it on.. But at this point, I felt
    some worms protesting in my stomach, shouting:
    “We want food ohhh! Abeg today na christmas
    ohhhhh!”..
    If someone told me I would do what I did few
    minutes ago without a single food since 6pm the
    previous day, I would have slapped the person and
    slap the person again after I did it for the fulfilled
    prophesy .

    I entered the bathroom to ask Esther if there was
    food in the fridge since the shower didn’t allow her
    hear my previous callings, especially when
    remembered I was having head ache.. I got the
    shock of life when esther covered herself with the
    shower cottons as I walked in.. ( wetin I
    see just now na him dis girl dey hide again? How
    strange huh?)
    “Esther is there food in the kitchen? You have
    emptied my stomach fah”.. I said with a mock smile
    as I still wondered why she hid behind the cottons..
    (And No! I wasn’t afraid of her again, let’s just say I
    started seeing all women as the same age from the
    moment I enjalaculated inside Esther who was 5 or
    6years older than me.. Hence, the name “ESTHER”
    that I called.)
    Went to the kitchen after finally wearing my
    underwear to where she said food were(Deep
    Freezer), I didn’t know how to use microwave(or I
    hate it!! ) so I used the Gas cooker to warm up the
    stew in the fridge as I boiled rice to eat.
    Off to the latest room smelling of A$$(That Do..ggy
    style get as e dey smell sha ),Pussay and Seamens
    to wear some decent clothes so I can sit in the
    sitting room to watch EPL highlights and also keep
    an eye the food I kept in the fire. Esther was
    already dressed up, leaving for wherever she was
    going when I met her by the door.. She didn’t say a
    word to me and this made me feel like I did
    something bad to her..
    I held her by the hand to ask what was wrong and
    she didn’t say anything, all I could see were tears
    rolling down her eyes..
    *Ok, I have phobia for tears, I hate to see people
    cry.. Especially when I feel I was the reason behind
    it.. So those tears activated my conscience as I
    once again became that caring man that I am *


     


    After minutes of holding her, touching her chin and
    cleaning off her tears , petting her to tell me why
    she was crying, she finally broke down to tell me
    what was wrong.
    Turned out she was this emotional unstable kind of
    girl who covers her insecurities with being mean
    because of the way she poured out her heart felt
    super story.. Trust me, the only place I have seen
    this vulnerability was in the movies. . (Could she
    have been using psychology on me? )
    She told me I would start seeing her as a Sluut(She
    read my mind? ), that I should promise no one
    knows about what just happened and she won’t
    bug me again(I pray make I believe) and bleh bleh
    bleh bleh *in Dracula’s voice*
    “Why did you do it?”.. I asked her as she looked at
    me and said she couldn’t help it as she just wanted
    to ride on what she saw in the morning . ( and
    she said I shouldn’t see her as a Sluut? Then she is a
    go getter I guess.. )
    I intended kissing her on the forehead, then peck
    her as assurance that everything will be Ok but
    after I kissed the forehead, I met her eyes closed
    and when I wanted to peck her, she turned her lips
    for me. Couldn’t help it though, I was full of guilt
    enough that the only thing I could do was to give
    her what she wanted.
    She pushed me to the wall of the Lobby as she
    turned her A$$ facing me while turning her head
    for me to reach her lips.. “No Dulling!!!!”.. I said to
    myself as I was kissing and playing with her
    B®Aless bosoms(Funny she didn’t even do what
    was written on the shirt.. )
    She was grinding/moving/whining her A$$ like a
    makosa dancer on my D*I*C*K when suddenly I felt
    it waking up like The Undertaker(WWE) standing
    up from his casket..

    WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 31 TOMORROW


  • Olaxali Blog: at Wednesday, November 08, 2017 (edit)
  • Label(s): Stories , The Exclusive Sex Worker
  • Newer Posts Older Posts
http://www.olaxali.com/p/become-guest-writer.html

Leave a comment

 Download our android mobile app now and get five (5) free completed story from olaxali  CLICK HERE TO KNOW HOW TO WIN     

All Completed Stories