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Category: Series
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I Wish It Was Him… V
I was confused. What text? I had a foreboding about what it was… The text meant for Kelvin. Koko, how did you get into this mud now? I called him, trying to spin a web of lies about business partners, extra job opportunities and all.. Which, technically, were not exact lies though. The Chief was…
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I Wish It Was Him… IV
I confronted her the moment we got home from school. “Really? Ovie? You know his member has been in every available diameter in school.” “And? I was horny and drunk. He was available.” “And Edi…?” “He doesn’t need to know.” “Have you and Edi… You know…?” She had walked away, swinging her hips emphatically. I…
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I Wish It Was Him… III
My shifts were stable. Most of the month was spent on night duty. I preferred walking back home early the next day and seeing people wonder why i was moving in the opposite direction. It also meant i could spend the day indoors. I had my own apartment in Ibadan. When i told my parents…
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I Wish It Was Him… II
But i wanted him. From the moment i understood the fuzzy feeling between my thighs when guys passed my way, i knew i wanted Edi to myself. My parents owned the most popular and populous university Uyo. Although, my sister and i still had our tertiary education outside the country. By the time i was…
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I Wish It Was Him
I would look at his tall frame, his shoulders broad and slightly tilted to the right, his cool stride, never in a hurry yet always punctual. He would speak in low baritone notes and laugh heartily and loudly. His left arm was almost always draped around her waist. He loved his coffee. Black. Strong. The…