Thursday, 27 August 2015

REGEN Relationship/Marriage Tip
***LOVE, WHEN ANGRY pt2***
Let me start this way; I over-heard a man said:
"I now know how to manage my wife's anger
bcos I am mad when angry & she is "madder"....
Recently, we argued over the phone & in return
she refused to make me dinner.
I greeted her on getting home but she just
hissed & went into the bedroom.
Instead of me to get mad, I just went into the
bathroom, started washing my clothes & HERS.
She later came into the bathroom, saw me
washing her clothes despite the attitude she
gave me.
She felt bad, knelt down & begged with tears.
What a nice reconciliation! What a sweet
overnight ever!!"
Hope you enjoyed this true life story, I will
continue discussing LOVE WHEN ANGRY, having
used this as an opening.
 
My Sex Service To My Principal And Students – NYSC Member ...episode 18.....as I dey wait for Juliet, I kon dey contemplate
whether to drop the plan. Plenty questions just dey
flow for my head: What if person catch as we dey
comot? What if we come back late? What if any staff
begin find Juliet during break (because, na heavy
crime for any student to comot from school
compound without permission).
...As I won change my mind, I see Juliet for door:
“Sir, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
I look her innocent face, look her small pointed
bosom:s. She dey smile. Na wa oh, God abeg na
onto you I commit my spirit o. I stand up from my
sit.
“Ok. Be smart. You will go ahead of me and act like
you’re alone. When you get outside the gate
successfully, enter a keke going to kings-road and
tell the driver to wait, then I’ll come and join you”
“Ok sir.”
“I will be a few steps behind you”
She begin waka dey go the school gate area. You
need to see how Innocent wey this girl dey waka. If
no be say she wear school uniform I for mistake her
for angel wey God send down from heaven to come
warn us of our sins.
Na wa oh, God abeg give me wisdom to use follow
naija girls. If to say king Solomon jam naija babes,
them for show am say sense dey pass sense.
Brothers, make una shine eye o, if not plenty of una
go marry confirm rubbish.
I stand for door dey watch and wait make Juliet
waka go front small.
After she don waka like 30 steps, I kon close my
staff room door, do sign of the cross then kon begin
follow Juliet for back.
As I dey waka dey go, I dey look whether Juliet go
succeed to cross the school gate. I dey try focus on
her but different students just dey disturb me with
different talks like:
“Sir, its break time come and buy something for
me.”
“Sir, yesterday you promised to buy me something
but you didn’t”
“Sir, where are you going to?”
Which kind devils dem be this na. Then wan spoil
my prison-break mission abi wetin. Some of them
they try drag me go back sef. I just dey try give
them small small excuse as I dey waka dey go and
my eyes still dey on Juliet.
As Juliet reach gate, gateman call her. Chei! Fvck
up Don dey be dat o!. No no no, wait …. she kon
waka comot for gate. Hurray!!. Oluwa must be
involved. I dey wonder wetin she tell that wicked
gateman…. anyway na she kno her way sha.
I no fit ever waste my time say I dey study any naija
girl character. Their character need special course
for university to study am.
I start to waka fast so that I fit join her for the keke-
napep wey she go enter dey wait for me. As i don
waka near gate, I hear person shout my name:
“Corper!, Corper!!”
I look the direction. Oh no!, which kind winch be
this for this cool afternoon. The person wey they
call me na Mr eke. Na him be the school academic
officer and him office dey close to the gate area.
Wetin this man dey call me for na?. At this time, I no
need anybody to call me… not even Obama.
I enter office go greet the enemy of progress.
“Corper, you have been hiding from me”
“No sir, I’ve been really busy.”
“Where are you heading to?”
“I want to go and get something in town”
“Ok. When you come back, come and see me. I want
us to discuss a little project”
“Ok sir.”
I waka comot. I purposely dey run from Mr eke
because the man na ga:y. The first days wey dem
post me come the school, we been dey close. But I
kon notice say him dey always touch my laps and do
some kind suspicious play wey I no dey like.
One day, him kon say him wan kon visit me for my
house because him wife and children travel and say
him dey lonely for house. See this idi:-ot sha. Na
that day I cancel everything about am.
See school wey fresh girls plenty, dey beg for
sexvicing naim this fo®l dey chase him fellow man.
God forbid!.
As I reach outside gate, I no see Juliet. I try look
inside some keke wey park left and right I still no
see her.
I dey wonder, confusion just full my head.
Small time, one keke just drive come my side, I bin
wan hala the keke man for reckless driving but the
sweet voice wey I hear calm my brain:
“Sir, come inside”
I look inside see Juliet. She Don pull her school
shirt, na black Polo she wear. Correct girl! At least
she don camouflage herself small. As the keke man
dey drive us, I just hold her hand for back dey
smooch her palm. She look me kon smile.
I just wan use that one take warm up her spirit
make she know say today na kukere day. Keke stop
us for my street den we waka front go inside my
compound.
As we enter my compound, everywhere dey scanty
and quiet. Everybody Don go hustle to find their
daily bread and feed their belle. Me na food for my
prick wey I go find, and I Don carry am come.
We waka enter my corridor then I begin open my
door. As I dey open my door, I dey hear small funny
sound from one of my neighbours room… episode 19 loading
My Sex Service To My Principal And Students – NYSC Member episode 17....
...
Me- “….Ella’s friend, what’s your name?”
Juliet- “so you have forgotten my name again. How
many times will I tell you my name?”
Omoh, too many girls to remember. So most times, I
can only afford to remember the ones whom I a
have close relationship with. Even Einstein no fit
recall all the names I hear on a daily basis.
M...e- “I’m sorry. I won’t forget again. I promise”
Juliet- “ok o. My name is Juliet”
We became friends and Ella spotted us talking on a
few occasions but she didn’t suspect anything, or
so it seemed.
A few days went bye and she was always checking
on me every single day. One day, she collected my
number and said she would call me that night but I
didn’t hear from her. Next day, she said she was
sorry that she didn’t have airtime to call as
promised. If I hear say I use my money buy credit
for naija girl … God forbid!.
I just collected her number and called her at night.
During the call, I asked if she had a boyfriend and
she said no. I asked if she ever had se:x, she said no
that she’s a virgin (I pray o!).
I told her that se:x is the sweetest thing in the
world, she said her friends says so but that she is
scared. Brothers, the lies that naija girls blow
surprises even the devil himself. I then told her that
I wanted her to visit me sometime she said no
problem.
One day, Ella walked into my staff room and didn’t
greet me. I was alone. She started running her
mouth and saying that I had betrayed her. She said
she took Juliet’s phone and saw our call log.
I didn’t really care, but I didn’t want any gossips
flying around, I needed to keep a low profile. I tried
to brain-wash her but she didn’t let me. She just
left angrily. That’s when I knew I had to sexvice
Juliet soonest and close her chapter or face Ella’s
wrath and gossips.
Next day, Juliet didn’t check on me as usual so I
knew that something was wrong… they probably
must have had a quarrel or something. That night I
called Juliet:
Me- “hi. Can you pay me a visit tomorrow?”
Juliet “sir, you’re sounding too serious. I hope there
is no problem”
Of course! What’s more serious than f**king?. Oh,
my bad…. dying is more serious though.
I kept fantasizing about the different positions that
would suit her slim figure, devouring her small firm
breas:ts, busting a nut on her innocent face, getting
sucked by her thin lips. Ironically, this was as
serious as death…. I was dying to f**k her.
Me- “no, no problems. I just wanted you to come
around and help me with some academic work”
Juliet- “are you sure it’s just that?”
Me- “maybe. I guess so”
Juliet- “I’m always busy on week days cuz I have
siblings to look after till my mum gets back from the
market. I’ll visit you on a Sunday. Hope you’re not
angry?”
Me- “no I’m not. Sunday is fine by me. Take care.”
I remember that it was Tuesday night and I could
not wait till Sunday to fulfill my fantasies about the
very bad but Innocent looking Juliet. Just maybe, I
could get lucky tomorrow and land a new girl to
sexvice.
I had like 20 of them on my ‘hit-list’ and all of them
were willing.
I went out to one of the neighbouring rooms in my
compound to meet my homeboys. My close friend
David travelled for a job. These were also my
friends too, all three of them were sharing one
room. These guys were hustlers trying to make
something out of nothing.
Life wasn’t fair but I guess I was a little luckier than
them. I could relate to their struggle though. They
were smoking w**d, getting high, watching a movie
and playing music at the same time.
We talked and joked about a lot of things (girls,
money, flexing) and they were really funny. They
made me laugh and in that moment, all my worries
were gone. F**k cash, f**k girls… nothing compares
to my homeboys. I stayed with them till it got real
late and then decided to go in and get some sleep.
In my room, i put on Joe budden’s ‘mood muzic 3′
mixtape and lay on my bed. Me and hip-hop again…
food to my soul.
I thought about Sandra. I hadn’t being seeing her
as frequently as before cuz she was going for a
baptism program or something like that. Last time
she called she said “I still love you”. Yeah, right. You
can say that again.
I was missing her but I was also gradually learning
to move on. Days of our lives. Minutes later, I
drifted to dreamland.
*Wednesday at school*
I didn’t have any class to teach so I was just jisting
and having good laughs with Mrs venny (a teacher
and my staff-room mate).
We never talked anything about my relationship
with the numerous girls that used to bug and flock
around me. I wondered if she suspected anything.
Around 10 a:m, I sighted Juliet, she walked past my
office and waved, swinging her hot slim frame. I
waved back. My fantasies came alive again. At that
moment, I just wished that everyone in the school
would disappear so I could f**k her right now!.
Around a few minutes to break-time, I sent for
Juliet. Mrs venny and nkechi (my two staff-room
mates) were out to teach different classes. She
came in, smiling.
Me- “do you have anything doing during break?”
Juliet- “nothing.”
Me- “ok. I want us to go to my house. I want you
to….”
Juliet- “no problem, I will go with you”
Damn! I don’t know where I got the courage from
but it worked!. The break lasts for only 30 minutes
but that would be enough for a quickie. This was
possibly my only opportunity. Odd times calls for
odd decisions.
Almost immediately, the bell went off. Break-time.
More like prison-break but this was real life and
guess who’s playing Michael?. Lol. You know as e
dey go na.
I would have to ‘break’ Juliet out of the school
compound and take her home for a quick sexvice. I
was nervous but my dic:k wasn’t … that nigga was
erect as a cable pole… No conscience whatsoever.
I looked Juliet in the eyes:
Me- “can we go now, are you ready?”
Juliet- “let me go and drop my books in class”
Two minutes had gone already, twenty eight
minutes left. I was waiting for Juliet….episode 18 loading

Tuesday, 25 August 2015



My Sex Service To My Principal And Students – NYSC Member episode 16....
I sat up on my bed, confused as ever. I started
counting my regrets, trading blames and making a
whole lot of wishes.
I regretted making love to Ella, I blamed the federal
government for not scrapping NYSC and I wished I
wasn’t posted to an all-girls secondary secondary
school.
An inner being scolded me: -nigga you need to st...op
all this psychosis and face your f**king problems!-.
E Don happen be say e Don happen. I picked up my
phone and dialled Ella’s number:
Me- “Hello”
Ella- “Hello sir”
Me- “Is the problem really serious?”
Ella- “Yes it’s very serious o. My elder brother
based in Lagos has even called and said he is
coming back next week because of it.”‘
Me- “Are you going to expose me?”
Ella- “I don’t know o. I don’t know what my family is
planning. I’m scared.”
Me- “ok. Relax. are you coming to school
tomorrow?”
Ella- “maybe”
Me- “please come, we need to talk”
Ella- “ok. I will”
Next day, I went to school very early. Selected
Students usually swept classrooms during the
morning devotion. I came early, called the senior
prefect and ordered her to assign Ella as my staff
room sweeper for the day.
The S.P and I were friends and she was one hell of
fine & sexy girl. When Ella came into my staff room,
she was sweeping slowly while we discussed the
biggest problem in my life at the time.
She confessed to me that she had a quarrel with
her parents the day she spent the night in my house
and that they were furious about her sleeping out.
She however used one of her classmates as a cover-
up by lying that she spent that night with her.
However, her cover blew open a few days ago and
her parents became suspicious that she might have
spent that night with a guy.
Her mother had threatened to go to a prophet and
he elder brother was coming all the way from Lagos
to unleash the dragon.
Sweet Jesus, are you gonna let them kill me?. I had
only one solution which was to find a mature female
who would stand as an alibi for Ella. Else, I’m
doomed!.
Any female teacher would fit this role, but then I
was like Nelson Mandela in this institution. I was
well respected and seen as a perfect “example” of
good and responsible young man.
Any teacher would be disappointed to hear this and
I couldn’t risk to leak this top secret. There was one
person I could trust, her name was nkechi. Nkechi
was one of the two female Corpers posted to the
school with me. She was a loyal friend but I knew
she would be disappointed to hear the story cuz she
had lots of respect for me.
But hey, I’d rather disappoint nkechi than
disappoint nysc, my family, my principal, teachers
and all the students… yeah, I’m serious! cuz that
simple crime could get me dismissed from service.
Nkechi was really disappointed but she agreed to
help me. As agreed, she reported herself to Ella’s
house and told her parents that Ella spent that
fateful night at her house.
Due to respect that the people had for corpers, they
believed the story and that chapter just closed.
Funny enough, nkechi started inviting me to her
house almost every weekend but I never honoured
it.
NK, I’m really sorry, there was hardly a free
Saturday. Lol. You saved me a great deal… God
bless you.
I swore never to have anything to do with Ella after
that drama.
Never say never. One Sunday morning, I had lots of
academic work to do and needed someone to help
me with the marking of some test scripts.
I needed someone who was fast and fairly
intelligent too and Ella fit in that category. I picked
up my phone and called Ella. Twenty minutes later,
she was in my room, helping me with script
marking.
Around two hours later, I just had the urge to
release a little stress so I sat behind Ella and
started caressing her soft huge bo’obs. She acted
like she wasn’t in the mood (na lie, she bin dey vex
for me) and I wasn’t in the mood to persuade her so
I just enjoyed what I could. Half bread is better
than none. While I was smooching n sucking, she
was marking.
If I did something sweet n sensitive, she would
pause for a while then continue.
Later on I just got tired and decided to play some
por:n videos I found in her phone. We got talking
about por:n n its effect in this generation and she
confessed to me the por:n videos were all sent to
her by a friend of hers in ss3 and she said the girl
fuc:ks a lot.
Her name was Juliet. I knew her through Ella, they
were close and she was very young n innocent
looking. Damn! I didn’t believe my ears!. That same
girl had been bugging me for a long time but I
always dismissed her cuz she looked too innocent…
Like a Reverend sister. No, like holy Mary. There
and then, I put Juliet on my hit list.
Juliet used to check on me almost on a daily basis
and I prayed she checked on me another day.
A few days later, Juliet came into my staff room to
check on me as usual.
Juliet- “good morning sir”
Me- “good morning. Excuse me ….episode 17 loading
My Sex Service To My Principal And Students – NYSC Member episode 15....
I didn’t want her to cum yet. So I stopped and
looked her in the eyes. Her breathing was intense:
this was war indeed. I knelt down beside her, she
started rubbing her breas:ts with one hand while
stroking my d*ck with the other hand. I bent down,
placed my hand on one of breas;t, tickled the
nippl:e with the tip of my tongue... and started
sucking it gently.
I kept switching bosom:s and she kept rubbing the
back of my head as I sucked.
Later on I dipped my middle finger in her p*ss:y
while still sucking on her bo’obs. Her Kitty-Cat was
slippery and warm. She was paying me back with a
gentle hand-job. Minutes later, she squeezed her
legs and my fingers were soaked with juice. It had
this light onion-like smell but it was not offensive.
Actually, it was cool. I knew she had cu*m. Then
she said:
“Corper, stop please. I’m okay now.”
I stopped and lay beside her. Minutes past, we just
lay there, not speaking, Music playing. Then she
said:
“Corper come and see me off I want to start going”
Omoh see expensive joke o. I just turn look her one
kain eye as if to say “u Don dey mad abi?”.
As she see my red eye, she begin laugh come carry
her breas:ts fall on top my chest. Sweet jizos!. She
dey like that reach two minutes then she begin dey
slide down to my d*:ck area. I dey pray make she no
stop. She reach there, put my d*c:k for mouth begin
suck.
I noticed that she wasn’t a good sucker, cuz she
kept doing messy things with spit and I wasn’t
comfortable. She wasn’t a good sucker at all. I told
her to stop. I put on a c*n.dom, and asked her to
stand.
We stood on the bed, she placed both of her hands
on the wall and I entered her from behind. I rubbed
the cap of my d*c:k on her cli:t before the entry.
Her puss:y was warm and sweet. I was hitting it
slow and increased to a hard pace, stroking
different directions. She was moaning in low tunes.
Minutes later, she said her knees. were weak so she
lay flat on her chest.
I put a pillow right under her stomach near the
pubic area and entered from behind her.
I was pounding hard and she was moaning loud
now. Every now and then, I would pause and suck
her bo’obs for a minute then continued the
pounding again.
Omoh, Nepa kon take light and the music wey I use
nack come stop. Me too I stop cuz her voice been
dey loud. Then I begin dey bang her small small
make she no moan Loud. Next thing I hear na shout
from outside:
“Corper! Corper!”
I stop to pound. I dey listen.
My heart fly, I think say my female neighbor Don
hear the banging noise. Footsteps kon waka pass
my door.
Ahhh!. I kon remember. Ok she been won return
the film wey she borrow from me.
As the footsteps faded out, Sandra tapped my waist,
motioning me to continue pounding her p*ss:y. I
put music on with my phone and continued the
pounding. After some minutes, I removed the pillow
from under stomach, joined both her legs together
and lay her on her side. I squatted behind and
started stroking her from behind. Her p*ss:y was
tighter and warmer.
From time to time, I would stop to catch my breath.
This was taking too long. We changed position. She
lay on top me. The sensation of her fat a$$ ontop
me was sweet. Then she started riding me, very
slowly.
I could feel the sweetness of her p*ss:y and she
knew I was in extacy. I came before four minutes or
thereabout. She just rested on my chest with my
d*c:k still in but weak. This might not be her best
but I knew it would be something to remember. The
last thing I heard before I slept was her voice. She
said:
“Corper you are a slow poison”.
Slow? Yes, I am. Bad boys move in slow motion.
Poison? No, I’m not… sorry, I forgot: I do kill puss:y.
I slept off. When I woke up, it was Sandra who
tapped me and said:
“Corper sorry for waking you but I’m about leaving”
Omoh, I no get strength to escort Sandra o. My
body dey very weak. I responded:
“Ok. Let me put on my clothes and see you off”
“No, no, no. Stay back please. You need rest. I will
visit you tomorrow”
Thank God say you understand!
Around twenty minutes after Sandra left, I received
a call from Ella (one of the first ss1 girl I sexviced)
“Sir David, there’s a little problem o”
“What’s the matter?”
“That night I stayed at your house is causing big
problems in my family o! I ran away from home that
day and they want to know where I slept. My mum
said she will visit a prophet”
“What are we going to do?”
“Sir, I don’t know oohh”
Sleep clear for my eye…. Episode 15 loading
WORDS FROM A FATHER TO A SON
ABOUT MARRIAGE
1. My son, if you keep spending
on a woman and she never asked
you if you’re saving or investing,
and she keeps enjoying the
attention, don’t marry her.
2. My son, a woman could be a
good wife to you, some could be a
good mother to your children but
if you’ve found a woman like a
mother to you, your children and
your family, please don’t let her
go.
3. My son, don’t confine the
position of your wife to the
kitchen, where did you get that
from? Even in our days, we had
farm-lands where they worked
every morning . . . that was our
office.
4. My son, if I tell you that you’re
the head of the house, don’t look
at your pocket; look if you will see
a smile on your wife’s face.
5. My son, if you want to have a
long life, let your wife be in-
charge of your salary, it will be
difficult for her to spend it when
she’s aware of the home needs
and bills to pay but if it’s in your
care, she will keep you asking
even when all has been spent.
6. My son, don’t ever beat your
woman, the pain in her body is
nothing to be compared to the
wound on her heart and that
means you may be in trouble
living with a wounded woman.
7. My son, now that you’re
married, if you live a bachelor
kind of life with your wife, you will
soon be single again.
8. My son, in our days, we had
many wives and many children
because of our large farm-lands
and many harvests, there are
hardly any land for farming
anymore, so embrace your woman
closely.
9. My son, under the cocoa tree
that I did meet your mother could
be your eateries and restaurants
of nowadays, but remember, the
closet thing we did there was to
embrace each other.
10. My son, don’t be carried away
when you start making more
money, instead of spending on
those tiny legs that never knew
how hard you worked to get it,
spend it on that woman that
stood by you all along.
11. My son, when I threw little
stones or whistled at the window
of your mother father’s house, to
call her out, it was not for sex, it
was because I missed her so
much.
12. My son, remember, when you
say your wife has changed, there
could be something you’ve
stopped doing too.
13. My son, your mother, Asake
rode the bicycle with me before I
bought that tortoise car outside
there, any woman that won’t
endure with you in your little
beginning should not enjoy your
riches.
14. My son, don’t compare your
wife to any woman, there are ways
she’s enduring you too and has
she ever compared you to any
man?
15. My son, there is this thing
you people call feminism, well, if
a woman claim to have equal
right with you in the house,
divide all the bills into two equal
parts, take one part and ask her
to start paying the other part.
16. My son, I met your mother a
virgin and I took more yams to
her father, if you don’t meet your
wife a virgin, don’t blame her,
what I didn’t tell you is that our
women had prestige.
17. My son, I didn’t send your
sisters to school because I was
foolish like many to think a
female child won’t extend my
family name, please don’t make
that mistake, the kind of female
achievers I see nowadays has
made the male-gender an
ordinary tag.
18. My son, your mother have
once locked up the cloth I was
wearing and almost tore it
because she was angry, I did not
raise my hand to beat her
because of a day like this, so that
I can be proud to tell you that I
never for once beat your mother.
19. My son, in our days, our
women had more of natural
beauty, though I wouldn’t lie to
you, some had minor painting of
their appellation mostly on their
arms, the ones you people now
call tattoo, but don’t forget that
they didn’t expose any part of
their body like your women of
nowadays.
20. My son, your mother and I are
not interested in what happens in
your marriage, try to handle
issues without always coming to
us.
21. My son, remember I bought
your mother’s first sewing
machine for her, help your wife
achieve her dreams just as you’re
pursuing yours.
22. My son, don’t stop taking care
of me and your mother, it’s a
secret of growing old and having
children to take care of you too.
23. My son, pray with your family,
there is a tomorrow you don’t
know, talk to God that knows
everything, everyday.