It was during the end of 2019 Christmas when Glo shocked me with excessive data, after I did a normal subscription.
I opened whatsapp er*tic group afterwards.
I had little time to come online, we were about leaving home for Church on 31st Night of December, when I decided to curb online.
I switched on my data and a new number sent a message:hi, I checked if she is online and then her profile picture to see if I could recognise the face, my memory failed to recall which means I never knew the person.
I used her room’s nick to know the group she sent the message from, if she is a fellow writer like me.
A group created by Feathers to bring facebook writers community together, a communalist group to aid development of new writers and also improve the skills of old writers.
She inbox me from the er*tic whatsapp group I created.
Me: small gal, you will not go to church bah, you wan my use cane chase you go church?🤔 I type and send
Number: am not a small girl oh she replied
Me: okay, big gal leave things of the world and go to church. I type and send
Number: 😅😅😅😅 she replied with plenty laughing emoji
Me: you will not hear now oh! Before I use my dck flog you go church 😉
*I type and send
Number: and you wan go church?🙄
Me: ehem, the kingdom of God suffereth violence, na by force we dey win soul nowadays oh!😆😆😆 I type and send
Number: I hear you, soul winner.😅😅😅 she replied
I saved her number without a name, so her contact displayed simply number.
I checked people’s status and her’s caught my attention, she did a video of her dancing to Naira Marley soapy and caption it.
Bye bye to soapy 19, I commented on her status with ‘mad oh! Mad oh! this your nyash is mad oh!’
Number: shey you will not go to 2020 like this? she replied
Me: I will drop my amu in 2019😅😅😅 I type and send
Number: 😅😅, stop writing all those your p*rn stories, you are spoiling us. We the virgin association.
Me: 😅😅😅, big girls are not virgin na.
Number: Mary is still called virgin, after given birth 😅😅😅😅
Me: chisos! Chisos!! Sister join me in repentance
Number: repent ke? P*ssy chaser like you. 😅😅😅
She was not the boring Nigeria girls, that rebuff every act of fun in chatting, we flowed well till I saved her number ‘soapy19′.
My brother came out from the room and met me outside were I was sitting down on a plastic chair waiting for him.
Victory: why you dey laugh?
Me: see question, I dey laugh ’cause of say I don join NMA.
Victory: wetin be NMA?
Me: new mad men association, Daniel come put this chair inside house.
Victory: stupid boy, your wife spirit is crying beside you.
We left and my brother took the chair I sat on inside, we were just stepping out of our compound when we over heard voices.
Victory: no be miss one corner voice be that?
Me: maybe, make we wait for them
We waited a little on the road that bushes are side by side, they came close to us.
Miss one corner: enjima, na ona dey stand there?
Victory: no, our ghost.
Mirian: where ona wan go this night?
Me: we dey follow ona.
Miss one corner: we wan go church oh!
Me: na there we dey go too.
I was the one who nicknamed her ‘Miss One Corner’, she has a flat ss but with huge hips, she could twerk your dck to hardness and cumness without license.
Trust me, I did not take my hands off her whenever we are alone but I have not had a chance to f*nger her, probably it will be that day.
My brother and her sister went ahead while I held her back, I crossed my hand around her waist and the journey continues.
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