Location really matters in destiny.
If you're based in Kogi, Ekiti, Kwara, Bayelsa or Uyo, my brother, you are very far from a successful destiny.
Forget statistics quoted by that Twitter page. Seeing is believing. If you like be swallowing figures. Better travel.
I: (22F) climbed onto my roommate’s (25M) lap, rode his face, then made him cum on my tits**
Mia’s skin was already flushed when she stepped into the living room, the thin tank top clinging to her from the heat and the two drinks she’d finished. Alex was stretched out on the couch in just gray sweatpants, the low light from the TV catching the lines of his chest and the soft trail of hair below his navel. He glanced up, eyes lingering a second too long on the way her nipples pressed against the fabric.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, voice low.
She didn’t answer. Instead she walked straight over, set her phone on the coffee table, and swung a leg across his lap so she was straddling him. The contact made her breath hitch. He was already half-hard beneath her.
“Boyfriend’s gone until Sunday,” she said, rolling her hips once, slow and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth for three days. You gonna keep looking or are you gonna do something about it?”
Alex’s hands settled on her waist, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin above her shorts. “You’re drunk.”
“Not that drunk.” She leaned in, mouth hovering just above his. “And I know exactly what I want.”
He kissed her like he’d been waiting for the invitation—deep, hungry, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the tank top. She moaned into his mouth when he pinched her nipple, the sound muffled and needy. Her shorts were damp already. She ground down harder, feeling him thicken fully against her.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her throat. “You’re soaked.”
“Then take them off.”
He flipped her onto her back on the couch cushions in one rough motion, dragging the shorts and underwear down her legs together. Cool air hit her, then his mouth. No teasing—he licked a long, flat stripe up her slit and closed his lips around her clit. Mia’s back arched. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worked her with his tongue, two fingers sliding inside and curling just right. She came faster than she expected, thighs shaking around his head, a sharp cry slipping out before she could bite it back.
He didn’t stop until she pushed at his shoulder, oversensitive. When he sat up, his mouth was shiny. She reached for the waistband of his sweatpants and shoved them down. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking once, then leaned in and took him into her mouth, tasting the salt of him while she looked up through her lashes.
Alex groaned, hips twitching. “Mia—fuck, that’s good.”
She pulled off just long enough to say, “I want you to cum on my tits. Right here. While I’m still shaking from what you just did.”
He didn’t need more encouragement. She stroked him fast and wet from her mouth, aiming him at her chest as she tugged the tank top down. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight. Alex’s breathing turned ragged. She watched his face when he broke—jaw tight, a low curse—and felt the first hot stripe land across her skin, then another, painting her in thick pulses. She kept stroking him through it, milking every drop until he slumped back, chest heaving.
For a moment the only sound was the quiet hum of the TV and their shared breathing. Mia dragged two fingers through the mess on her chest and brought them to her lips, sucking them clean while he watched.
“Bedroom,” she said, voice rough. “I’m not done with you yet. And neither is that mouth.”
I don't believe in ghosts. I've always been the first person to laugh at paranormal stories and look for a scientific explanation.
But something happened in my neighbourhood recently that I genuinely cannot explain.
And it started with a woman who couldn't speak Kannada.
My wife and I have an 8-year-old daughter.
Last Friday, my wife told me she was taking our daughter to her friend's birthday party.
Her: Babe, we'll probably sleep over. The girls are having a sleepover.
Me: Okay. Tell her goodnight for me.
Her: I will.
Around 10 PM, my daughter called me.
Daughter: Daddy?
Me: Hey, princess. Are you having fun?
Daughter: Daddy, when are you coming to get me?
Me: What? You're at your friend's house.
Daughter: No, Daddy. Mommy said we're going somewhere else.
Before I could ask another question, the
call ended.
I immediately called my wife.
No answer.
I called again.
Still nothing.
At 11:30 PM, I received a call from an unknown number.
Police officer: Are you Daniel? Your daughter says you're her father.
My heart dropped.
Me: Where is my daughter?
Officer: She's safe. We found her sitting outside a shopping mall with your wife's friend.
Me: Where is my wife?
Officer: That's what we're trying to establish.
I rushed to the station.
My daughter ran into my arms.
Daughter: Daddy, I told Mommy I wanted to go home.
I held her hand.
Me: Where is Mommy?
Daughter: She said she was going to pick up something. Then she left me with Auntie.
The officer explained that my wife's friend had brought our daughter there after my wife failed to return.
I called my wife again.
This time, she answered.