The Naughty Campuser

to his bed, and started the massaging. He was so gigantic. By the time I finished, I was tired and went for a shower. What I saw dragged my sense back, I found him bare. He looked

g.' I tried to change my mind but was already down. He was so heavy. I will never forget those two fateful minutes. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. H

fer was turned down. By the time I finished showering, the stomach was empty. So, I commanded him to take me though my appetite was down. We shopped and gave me one

ueens. She was still as humble as we were in the first week of the first semester of first year. She still had her first boyfriend moreover a broke fellow campuser. He had organised her a

er. Their love was so sweet but lacking some money. It was the other old high school love of empty promises with few actions. Their relationship had a funny genes

hen one became the Head boy and the other Head girl. They could discuss often about school politics till the politics discussed them. The two became inseparable pen and paper. The whole vacation, the couple was together. Their parents knew they would marry e

ay. What was wrong with men's money? We could not do anything constructive with it. Sieyes kept on visiting us because he had admired May. He knew how to handle campus girls. They had r

me till I clicked that he was like a python. He would take a step in front, then back for a while making you feel inadequate, helpless, hopeless,

iods. I knew he thought I wanted to cheat him. So we added that I was not aborting thus needed a house for I could not stay in hostel anymore. He panicked and called me for a tal

d started to make romantic sounds. He stood up to remove his garments. There I got a chance to pick the money, and run out. Was this theft? I thought again and returned it. He said it was okay for all we wanted was money nothing else. He added those who r

tycoons enjoyed this for there were no strings attached. Bella first tried it and saw it working. She ushered us into the system. These men were so weak. Some could not do anything. Their money was

him. He immediately pushed my head away and chased me. I contacted mother inquiring whether father was around. She said they were together. I felt a bit safe. My father had two scars. I thought he was the one. I spent a week without going back till I ra

his cell phone buzzed. Its flashlight was making our faces visible. His screen displayed my mother's picture and contact. He was the one. I dashed out crying, as he called, Levi, my name. I had slept with my father. My friends hand slept with him too. They had always described the perfect hunk with two scars. I switched off