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when hell over flow,a story by Ufouma K Oluwaseun

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Chapter 3 Abidemi was the mirror image of royalty. She had spotless skin, beautifully sculpted facial features, light brown expressive eyes, thick shoulder length hair and was considered too tall for her age. At 5ft8”, she towered over most of her age mates. She carried herself in a manner that would put many beauty queens to shame, head held high, spine straight, chin raised but not too high, long confident strides. She was the envy of most girls her age. What they didn’t know was that because her mother was a former beauty queen who took a lot of pride in her looks and had lots of endorsement deals still coming her way despite the fact that she was forty, she had made sure to drill Abidemi into perfection. “Don’t leave your mouth hanging dear, there is nothing beautiful about a droopy face” her mother had once said to her. She was just ten years old. “Don’t drag the towel across your face, you pat it dry not rub, otherwise your skin would wrinkle”. She was

When hell over flow ,a story by Ufuoma K Oluwasuen

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Chapter 2 “Welcome to Poseidon Intelligence, we are so glad you chose us instead of the other apps” said a voice from the speakers “we are committed to running your home, gadgets and household in general. We are currently rated number one in the artificial intelligence section of the app store. Poseidon Intelligence is built with an anti hacking program which ensures your secret stays safe with us. I would wink now if I had eyes but I guess my voice would have to do. My name is Tracy, what’s yours?”. “Jake” he replied “you sound very human-like for an AI” “Well…that’s the point” Tracy chuckled earning a smile from Jake. “See?” She cooed “ You’re already smiling, we're off to a beautiful start. “I just need you to confirm vocally that I have permission to access everything I need to serve you better” Tracy continued in her raspy voice. “Uh?” Jake paused, scratching his head. “Come on, Jake. It’s like the terms and conditions thingy. No one reads it. No one

When hell over flow a story by Ufuoma.k.oluwaseun

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About the author: I'm Ufuoma and I'm new here. Granted I've registered for ages but I've only started using this account. I love telling stories almost as much as I love being told stories. I've noticed that a lot of writers have to tag people to read their stories. Are these people the author knows or just anybody? If anyone knows, let me know please. Especially as I doubt anyone would see this without the tags. The stories I write for now are quite short. Enjoy, whoever finds my story. © Ufuoma Oluwaseun Rain pelted against the roof like a frantic intruder hoping to break into his victim's house, the accompanying wind and thunderstorm rattled the windows adding to the eeriness of the night. Nkem yawned rubbing at his eyes and casting a weary glance at the wall clock hanging in the supermarket. It was 10:40pm. He had to start heading home, Ever since the death of his wife, he worked long hours at his supermarket in or

Yoruba Demon,a story by tobilionaire

Chapter 6 Mama eyes stayed glued to the screen like phlegm would a surface, my impulse wanted to pause or switch the TV off but I didn't and went back to my workstation at one corner of the palour. I watched her with the corner of my eyes as she sat on the edge of the chair and concentrate on the movie like the answers to her final exams paper lays in there. 'This is trouble' I thought, my landladys only daughter in my apartment, watching Gannicus hump two Roman beauties his Dominus had gifted him for another glorious victory in the gladiator battle arena, what an awkward situation to be in. To make matters worse she was revealingly dressed in a black armless crop top with no sign of bra underneath, her big breast struggling with the wooly fabric and her midriff showing a nicely positioned navel. I swallowed hard trying to yank my eyes off her, but on the contrary my vision soon roved further down and was greeted with sight of thick smooth ebony thi

Yoruba Demon ,a story by tobilionnaire

Chapter 5 I walked into the bathroom and the sight I beheld sent sparks coursing through my body, it was like the whole blood in my body rushed down to my groin area, my erect joystick stronger than the first time. Sade was bending down in front of the hand wash basin and rinsing her mouth, her sexy body turning me on, her skin was fresh like a day old baby's, her pussy lips covered by some soft strands of hair was visibly pouting and I swallowed hard, I tip-toed and closed in on her. I bent and positioned my face directly in front of her slimy wet puzziy, sniffed it a bit out of habit and dived my tongue in to taste her. She jerked forward frighteningly and I caught her waist in time pulling her back into my thirsty tongue. " God! please baby " she arched her back jutting her ass back incidentally and her pussy sank deeps into my face, I sucked on her clit as she let out another glorious sound, she held the sink to steady her wobbling legs. Sade wa

Yoruba Demon,a story by tobilionnaire

Chapter 4 " Pheeew! I'm so famished and worn out, but I'll be fine." after what seem like a long haul of silence, Abbey finally spoke. " I think I should show you we have nice night life around here in Ibadan too, let's go to this new club my cousin manages, it's an hotel too by the way and I made reservations for three rooms " " Good idea! but I think you should call Ray and let's hear from the girls if they aren't too tired for more groove " I said while glancing back to check if Ray trucks is still directly behind us. " That's true though, I hope you guys enjoyed the party, I'm sorry I wasn't really available " " Ah, your old man is really fun, we had a dance contest, and I was marveled by his energy and moves, he won hands down, I'm surprised you didn't take after him in that department " Abbey smiled at my comment and asked me to call Ray because he doesn't want

Yoruba demon ,a story by tobilionnaire

Chapter 3 Considering my state of mind on relationship orientation and my serial dating activities, one would think I come from a polygamous home or something of such, like a product of a broken home, surprisingly my parents have never been separated and have been monogamous till date. Though they were stories of my dad being a Cassanova during his hey days and I can't help but think I probably took after him, but how he managed to still stay married to only my mom after forty-three years is what baffles me, no children with other women, and now I'm quite sure he doesn't even have a mistress anymore. " What a genius that man is? " I thought, doing a quick reflection on my life as a serial heart breaker. For many people playing on women emotions was a result of a broken heart, they seek gratification for their pain and broken hearts by turning into a monster, punishing the innocent female folks for a sin they know nothing of. Some are just j

Yoruba Demon,a story by tobilionnaire

Chapter 2 Surulere has always been a buzzing environment and it was no surprises to see multitudes of people going about their daily activities on that early Saturday morning, I love sitting close by the window side in a car when I'm not driving, so I can have great view of the going-ons around me. We passed the front of a couple of clubs and Lounges on Adeniran Ogusnaya and everything was calm, if only people knew what went down in those places once it's twelve midnight, I shook my head and smiled inwardly as I reminisced on some of my escapades in those places. One time I had just collected a huge amount of money, about sixteen thousand dollars. Ray and I had gone to one of the strippers club to celebrate when a beautiful petite young girl clad in purple panties had strutted towards our table, she was new, I knew as i was regular enough at Q Club to know all their strippers. She was really young and her body attest to that, but very beautiful and the fl