“Ah! This bloody bastard! This fucking idiot!” I screamed at my computer screen as the Find My iPhone app rubbed my nose in the truth. “Cheating, lying sonofabitch! God punish you!” Just minutes ago, my sweet-talking husband...
Njideka’s fingers danced down Kunle’s tie, the damn expensive silk feeling like sin against her skin. His shirt was hugging his body like a second skin, tight enough to show off every blessed curve of his thick chest and those abs that looked like...
Get the most exclusive access to original African stories, created by Deolu Oniranu Bubble and his crew! Season 2 of “Miseducation of Femi” kicks off with an explosive chapter where the relationship between Femi, Nini, and her Auntie Ivy...
I love shawarma. It was the love of shawarma that led me to catering school. I had made up my mind that ‘I, Apunanwu James’ wasn’t going to school anymore after failing my last GCE, the third I had written. But how would I have passed, when all...
Welcome to September! Happy New Month, did you miss us? _______ Tosin was too drained to react; she had willingly shared one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life with her madam. But what left her stunned was the presence of her madam’s...
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Deolu here… Important announcement tomorrow. Stay tuned, some people will not like it, but be here tomorrow _________ Make I no lie, as Aisha dey tell me the story go my pant done over wet inside my uniform trousers. When she tell me say her D...
Ah, fuck. I teased her, dragging myself along her soaked folds, relishing the way her breath hitched, the way her nails dug into my shoulders. Not yet. Not when every brush of my tip against her clit made her whimper, not when her thighs trembled...
Njideka bit her lip. Oh, she knew exactly where he was talking about. The high-end lingerie boutique in the mall attached to the hotel—the same place she’d splurged earlier on the set she was wearing now. The memory of the salesgirl’s knowing smirk...
Mrs. Kukoyi giggled softly as she sat on Tosin’s bed, casually toying with the buttons of her sheer nightwear. Confused and a little unsettled, Tosin slowly walked in until she was standing beside the bed. She looked at her madam and asked if there...
