Nyizo

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[Nyizo @Nyizo26]

Joseph and Stella
In spring they met beneath the old oak tree,
Where sunlight danced on leaves of green and gold.
Joseph’s quiet smile, Stella’s laughter free—
Two hearts that found each other, brave and bold.
They walked the paths their parents never knew,
Shared whispered dreams of futures yet to come.
A secret garden only love could view,
Where time stood still and every care was dumb.
But when the truth was spoken in the hall,
Their parents’ faces turned as cold as stone.
“Different worlds,” they said, “this cannot call
Itself a match—our blood must stand alone.”
Joseph’s father thundered, pride and fear,
“No daughter of that house shall claim my son.”
Stella’s mother wept and held her near,
“Forget the boy; what’s done cannot be undone.”
Yet night after night they met by the stream,
Hands clasped against the rising tide of will.
Love does not ask permission of a dream,
Nor wait for elders’ blessing to be still.

[Gay Aesthetic @GayAestheticX]

i worked at a packaging store where a woman bought empty cardboard boxes every saturday.

sometimes five. sometimes ten.

she never bought tape, labels, or packing materials.

just boxes.

after two months, the owner finally asked what she was doing with them.

she smiled.

"organising my house."

he nodded politely.

then she returned the following saturday and bought another ten.

the owner became suspicious.

"are you running a business?"

she shook her head.

"not exactly."

eventually, i helped her carry the boxes to her car.

i noticed every box had a small handwritten label.

"things i don't need."

"things i might need."

"things i can't throw away."

i asked her about the last category.

she looked embarrassed.

"those are my husband's things."

"why are you packing them?"

she smiled sadly.

"because he's retired now, and he's been home every day for six months. i'm trying to reorganise the house so we stop arguing about where everything belongs."

i laughed.

she didn't.

"i love him. but he has seventeen screwdrivers and no idea where any of them are."

[Gold🤍🌚 @GOLDBABYO]

ちょっと聞いて欲しいです。

子どもの習い事の発表会に、夫が義父を誘っていたらしい。

ただ、私は義父を誘うつもりはなかったし、夫が誘おうとしたときも反対していた。（高齢だから大変だと思って）
だから、誘っていないと思っていた。

ところが当日、義父は夫から聞いた会場に行ったものの、誰もいない。
夫が会場を間違えて伝えていた。

[Callmebola🎙️✨🇧🇪💜🤍 @bolybae123]

Good night, my beautiful X family! ❤️🌙

As we lay our heads to rest tonight, may God turn our worries into testimonies, our struggles into success, and our silent prayers into answered prayers. 🙏

May we wake up tomorrow with renewed strength, endless blessings, good news and reasons to smile.

No bad news, no tears, no disappointment. Only favour, peace and progress.

Sleep peacefully, my people. Tomorrow will be beautiful by God’s grace. ❤️🫶

Good night, and may God watch over us all. 🌹

[Oladayo @heisdayo13]

札幌に住む男性が、最近、近所の人たちの間で意見が分かれる出来事について投稿した。
彼は約半年間、マンションの外にある同じ場所に自転車を停めていた。
入口をふさいでいるわけでもなく、管理人から注意されたこともなかった。
ところが、ある月曜日の朝、自転車に手書きのメモが貼られていた。
「ここに自転車を置くのはやめてください。私たちもこのスペースを使います」
近所の住人が書いたのだと思い、彼は自転車を数メートル移動させた。
しかし翌朝、また別のメモが貼られていた。
今度はこう書かれていた。
「少し移動させても問題は解決しません」
彼には意味が分からなかった。
自転車は誰の通行も妨げていないし、その場所が誰か専用だという看板もなかった。
そこで彼はマンションの管理人に確認することにした。
管理人は場所を確認すると、意外なことを言った。
「実は、そこはマンションの駐輪スペースではないんです」

[WISE ONE 💡 @gustavojames99]

I fvck my neighbor’s wife in her kitchen while her husband is at work. She texted me to come over and help move a box. When I got there she was in a short robe with nothing under it. She closed the door, dropped to her knees, and pulled my cock out. She sucked me deep right there on the kitchen floor, taking me to the back of her throat and looking up at me the whole time. Saliva ran down her chin. She pulled off just long enough to say she wanted me inside her, then stood and bent over the counter

[KALASWORD$🌎⚔️ @BIGKALASWORDS]

For Abuja you will be thinking you have found love oo
Fiaaam 😭
One Alhaji go just collect your guy 💀

[Nyaburi 🐝 @Nyaburinyauma]

My neighbour bought twelve chickens and confidently announced that he would start selling eggs within three months. I congratulated him because I also enjoy seeing people start small businesses.
Unfortunately, the chickens had different plans. Every morning, they escaped through a small opening in his fence and entered my compound.

[Diva @VelvetDiva98]

I (F/22) had the best (an@l) s€x of my life last night.

Last night I let my (26/M) boyfriend rail my a$s & I never thought it was possible to take such a thick coc*k inside my tight little hole the way that I did because I could barley fit a finger. Although I do very much enjoy the stimulation so much it makes me squirt, I could never take him past maybe the head or a little further down. Last night, sitting on his face for about 20 minutes.. I was stroking his balls we both took turns playing and using the dildo on each other and from him shoving the d!ldo in and out of my ass he decided he wanted me to take the real thing like a good girl. He quickly and viciously tied me up with some rope and started to work his way inside my tight little ass and I really wish I could see my own facial expressions but his were definitely good enough. He had me on my side and hanging off the bed a bit and he rubbed his hands all over my body and told me he’s going to go nice and slow and I’m gonna take it like a good whore and I nodded my head as I whimpered. The more he pumped it in me the more I would try to push him away and he just shoved it in deeper and deeper as his eyes widened. I know I made him so happy by actually taking it for once, because most times I’d start crying from how big just the head of his cock his alone. He started railing me like an absolute animal harder and harder the more he watched me lay there taking it like a good slut. He slapped me and spit all over me and told me I was taking it like a good little whore, finally. He had me cumming over and over again from just destroying my ass. He had me on top for a bit as well railing me ordering me to ride it with it in my ass then turn around and shake my ass for him reversed with it inside my cute little pussy. Then he grabbed me pulled me backwards and made me lay on my back with my head off the side of the bed and he shoved his cock so far down my throat as he stuck a finger in my ass... then two.. then three.. and finally FOUR. He was fingering my ass with FOUR fingers which is a ridiculous stretch for a girl who could barley fit her pinky. He ordered me to eat his ass as he blasted me in both my tight little holes and I came harder than I ever did before. He called me a filthy little whore and the excitement and the groans coming from him stretching out my ass made me even more excited. He then bent me over and fucked me in both my holes back and fourth while my ass clapped against him and he completely destroyed me. This man threw me on the floor and shot the biggest load I have ever been gifted all over my face and I gasped because I have never milked anyone so good in my entire life. Hands down, the best s€x I ever had.

[Thoughts 💭 @ThoughtsOnlyHQ]

A man told his girlfriend he was going to the gym to improve his appearance.

She encouraged him and even bought him new workout clothes.

Three weeks later, she noticed he had become unusually fit.

She asked what motivated him.

He replied:

"There's a woman at the gym who keeps correcting my posture."

She smiled.

"What's her name?"

He answered:

"Your older sister."

She immediately understood why he had been coming home so late.

[Kehlia @Kehliae]

He whispered something f!lthy in my ear while he fvcked me and I came before he finished the sentence

I should clarify that I've never been a dirty talk person. My ex used to try it and it was always "yeah you like that" which is the verbal equivalent of a loading screen and it did nothing for me. I assumed dirty talk was just something that sounded good in porn and didn't translate to real life, like shower s€x or having an org@sm from penetration alone.

My fwb proved me wrong in a way that I am still physically recovering from.

We'd been hooking up for maybe three weeks, casual, fun, good chemistry. He's kind of quiet normally, not shy just reserved, the type who listens more than he talks and when he does talk it's low and deliberate and you have to lean in a little. I found that hot before I understood why.

Thursday night. His apartment. We'd been at it for a while, me on top first and then he flipped me over and was behind me and his cock was deep and I was face-down gripping his sheets and making sounds that his neighbors probably have opinions about.

He leaned down and his chest was against my back and his mouth was right at my ear and I could feel his breath hot and damp on my neck and he said "you're so fucking tight, I can feel you squeezing my cock every time you moan" and I came.

Not building. Not approaching. Came. Like someone pulled a pin and everything detonated. My whole body clenched and I screamed into his pillow and my legs were shaking and I could feel my pussy pulsing around him and he stopped moving and just held still inside me while I fell apart.

"That worked," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice and I wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

After I came down he kept going and now he knew what the weapon was and he wasn't gentle about it. He fucked me deep and slow and whispered in my ear about how wet I was, how he could hear it, how he wanted me to cum again on his cock and I was gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles were white and I said "please" which is not a word I've ever said during sex before.

He reached around and rubbed my clit while he talked and his voice was steady and low and he told me to cum for him and I did, again, face in the pillow, legs useless, whole body vibrating.

He came inside me after the second one and I felt him throb and groan against my back and his weight settled on me for a second before he rolled off and we both lay there breathing like we'd sprinted a mile.

"How long have you been sitting on that skill," I said after a while.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be into it," he said. "Some people aren't."

"I am. Clearly."

"Clearly," he said, and then "do you want water" and I said yes and he brought me a glass and I drank it lying on my back naked in his bed and my legs were still twitching.

The thing I can't get out of my head is how different it was from my ex's lazy attempts. It wasn't about the words themselves. It was his voice, the proximity, his mouth right there against my ear, the specificity. He wasn't saying generic things. He was describing exactly what was happening between our bodies in real time and hearing it narrated in his low steady voice while I felt it made my brain short-circuit.

We hooked up again Saturday and he didn't say anything dirty and I came normally, one orgasm, fine, good. Then Sunday he whispered in my ear again and I came three times and couldn't walk to the bathroom after and had to hold onto the wall.

[Keshvibez @keshvibezTV]

Every birthday at our office, someone brings cake to the break room at 2:00 pm. It's an unwritten rule: you show up, sing badly, eat a square of Costco sheet cake, and go back to work.

Walt, 57, from accounts payable, never came. Not once in six years.

The second the cake came out, he'd stand up, grab his jacket, and leave. Gone from 2:00 to about 2:25. Then he'd come back, quiet as ever, and keep typing.

People noticed. "Must be nice to skip the fun stuff," said Brenda from sales. Someone else said he thought he was too good for us. When Dave from IT turned 40 and Walt walked out in the middle of "Happy Birthday," the complaints got loud.

By October, Carol in HR called Walt in. I was 31 and the office manager, so I sat in as a note-taker.

"Walt, these events are part of our culture," Carol said gently. "People feel like you're avoiding them."

Walt looked at his hands. "I'm not trying to be rude. I'm sorry."

"Can you tell us why you leave?"

He was quiet for a long time. "I'd rather not," he said. "But I'll try to stay next time."

He didn't. Two weeks later, a new hire's cake came out, and Walt grabbed his jacket again. His face looked like he was holding something heavy.

I don't know why, but I got up and followed him.

He walked across the parking lot to his gray Buick. He got in, and I watched through the window from behind a pillar.

He pulled a grocery store cupcake out of a plastic container on the passenger seat. Then he took out a single candle and a lighter.

[♤ @priest_099]

私は最近、妹が家族に、私が彼女が人を信頼しなくなった原因だと語り続けていたことを知りました。

最初は、彼女が何を意味しているのか理解できませんでした。私たちは真剣な口論をしたことがなく、私は常に彼女のことを気にしていました。

それから、家族の食事の際、叔母がさりげなく、私の姉が何年も前に私がしたことについて不平を言っていたと述べました。

どうやら、彼女が中等学校に通っていた頃、好きな少年について秘密にしておくように私に頼んだようです。私は後で、いとこと冗談を言いながら彼の名前に言及しましたが、彼女がそれをプライベートに保つことにどれほど真剣だったかは知らなかったのです。

私は何が起こったのかに気付いたときに謝罪し、彼女は最終的に動揺しなくなりました。

少なくとも、そう思っておりました。

しかし、叔母の言うところによれば、私の姉は、誰かが家族に個人的なことを共有しなかった理由を尋ねるたびに、その出来事を例に挙げていたそうです。

私はすぐに彼女に対峙しないことに決めました。

数日後、彼女は私に電話をかけ、予期せぬ出費があったため、少しお金を貸してもらえるかどうか尋ねました。

ためらうことなく送付いたしました。

それから、彼女は本当に私を不意打ちにしたようなことを言いました。

彼女は私に言いました。「あなたがそうしたいときは、実際に良い兄です。」

彼女が冗談だと思って笑ってしまいましたが、冗談ではありませんでした。

[WISE ONE 💡 @gustavojames99]

I fvck my mother-in-law in the guest room while my wife is out. She came over to drop something off and stayed for a drink. One thing led to another and she ended up on her knees, pulling my cóck out and stroking it. “You’re bigger than I thought,” she said, then took me into her mouth. She sucked slow at first, then deeper, getting me wet. I was just about to bend her over when the door opened and her daughter walked in. She froze for a second, then locked the door behind her and said, “Don’t stop. I want some too.”

[HM @empress_md]

"It's only fair that the people without kids cover the holiday," the owner said. He said it warmly, as though he were solving a puzzle.

Everyone nodded. Four of us looked at the floor, because we knew we were the ones he meant.

I said, "Fair enough."

I don't have children, and for years I haven't had a holiday that wasn't a shift.

Somebody always needs the phones answered, the doors unlocked, the building watched. It's always the same few of us, and we just smile and say we don't mind.

That evening, I bought a small artificial tree for my desk and a pack of paper stars. I didn't explain it to anyone.

Every time one of us covered a holiday, I wrote the year on a star and hung it on a branch. No names, just the year and the day.

I kept it going through the autumn, adding the older ones from memory. By early December, the tree was bent a little under its own weight.

On the afternoon of the office party, I carried the tree to the front of the room, set it beside the buffet table, and plugged in the lights. I didn't say anything, and went to stand by the coffee...

[SHANTEL @Shantelcr5]

I fvcked my daughter’s 3rd grade teacher.

So I have volunteered on a couple of field trips over the years and her and I have always had a bit of flirtiness between us, strong eye contact, several brushes against one another when we went past each other and have caught her glancing down at my bulge.
Well, this past weekend she came into a bar that I was bartending with a few friends for Halloween.
They were all dressed up as Scooby Doo characters she came up or around for her friends I gently touched her hands when I grabbed the money. I started making comments about how fun it would be if she wanted to stay until the bar closed. She smiled and blushed and walked away. A few more rounds and I could tell that she was getting more ambitious and horny.
At one point I was clearing the tables and brushed my cock against her thigh. She let out a big sigh, her friends started to paying their tabs, she said that she was gonna stay for another one and hang out, at this point there were only two other people in the bar and it was near and closing time.
I made a joke to see if she wanted to help bring the

[Dave Braheems @DBraheems]

He texted me from the parking garage.
“Your car’s still here. So is mine. Come down.”
I was the last one in the office. He’s my boss. Forty-two. Married. We’ve been fucking for two months whenever the building empties out. I locked my computer, took the elevator to P2, and found him leaning against his SUV with the back door already open.
He didn’t speak. He just pulled me in, shut the door, and pushed me onto the seat. My skirt went up. His hand went straight between my legs. No panties. He felt how wet I was and groaned, then freed his cock and shoved it into my mouth. I sucked him hard while he held my hair, fucking my throat until spit ran down my chin. He pulled me off, turned me around, and bent me over the center console.
“Stay quiet.”
He pushed in deep from behind. Thick. I gripped the headrest and pushed back. He fucked me hard, one hand on my hip, the other covering my mouth. Every thrust rocked the whole car.

[Lord of War @Abiodunali32]

My horrible former sister-in-law was a world-class snob. Once, I was unfortunate enough to go to a diner with her and a couple of other family members. First, she made a fuss about where she sat in the diner, forcing the hostess to move us twice - and she wasn’t nice about it. The waitress dropped off menus, and within seconds, my SIL managed to knock the (glass) ketchup bottle to the floor. A passing bus person saw what happened, and dropped off another bottle of ketchup on her way by, on the opposite side of the table, no doubt planning to grab the other one when she came back the other way.

[Zoe 💕 @Zoey_000001]

My son is 8. For months he’d been counting the days until his little sister came home from the hospital after her early arrival. Last night he crawled into my bed and said, “Dad, what if she doesn’t like me?”

I wanted to promise him she’d adore him from the first second. That they’d be best friends. That everything would feel easy.

Instead I told him the truth. “I don’t know, buddy. Some days she might cry when you hold her. Some days she might only want Mom. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.”
He was quiet for a long time. Then he asked, “Will you still read to me when she’s here? Or will you be too busy?”

My throat closed. I nodded.
He put his hand on my chest. “It’s okay if you’re tired. Just don’t forget me, okay? I can help water the plants if you forget.”

This morning he asked to go to the park so he could practice being gentle. He walked the whole way holding my hand like I was the one who needed protecting.

Halfway there he stopped and said, “I already picked out which of my books she can have. The ones with the soft pages. She might like those.”

[SHANTEL @Shantelcr5]

I (28M) fucked an 19yo slùt I met on Bumble and turned her into my little Call girl…

One weekend I felt hørny and posted on a local Bumble hookup . One of the first messages I got said "19f hilli im a sub, and im looking for someone exactly like you. I love being used, and forced"
At first I thought it must be some dude roleplaying as a 19yo slut, it telt too good to be true. I was very skeptical.
Well turns out she's very real and she bussed for more than 2 hours to go see me. I waited for her at the bus stop. I was amazed when I first saw her.
Adeline is a 5'1 baddie! She has such a pretty face, beautiful eyes, with strip of colour in her hair. She has perfect 32 FFF tits and a beautiful ass. She's really a busty hottie.
We flirted on our way to my home. I told her I'll enjoy her body so much. She grabbed and felt my strong arm. She was amazed at my muscles haha.
Adeline shared that she only had been with one guy, her ex, who's smaller than me
I began to be
really turned on, knowing I was about to stretch for

[Monique @OkimMonica3936]

The morning after I told my husband I wanted us to wait a little longer before having children, his mother came banging on our door, shouting, "Where is that woman? I want to speak to her!" I thought she had misunderstood our decision. But when I tried explaining, her next words made me wish I had kept quiet.
I'm 28 years old, and I've been married for six months.
My husband and I love each other, but I wanted us to enjoy our marriage before bringing a child into it. We still had plans to achieve, and I wanted us to be financially comfortable first.
One evening, I finally discussed it with him.