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P33ish073: Confessions Of A Man Whore - Korede Sins

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The mind of a young boy can be filled with fantasies too lofty for his head and mine was no different, add that to being a 'fine' boy, and here's what you have.

Back at school, girls would drool over and daydream about me -- not that many of them had the guts to walk up to me and make their orders off my menu; I just heard these things from friends and mates alike. Not that it would have mattered, though, because I had been in a serious relationship which hadn't hit the rock until the end of our second year so I had some big issues stemming from the love of my life leaving me because I was, in her words, a "no way." By the start of year three, though, I had just one mission: to prove my ex wrong.

Upon resumption, I made a new friend, Tola; and thanks to our shared love of music, something she was planning to build a career in, we hit it right off. And then there was my guts which she admitted fancying.

We buddied up so fast that we started sitting close to one another and would trade gossips during lectures by writing on pieces of paper and after conversations, we'd just shred the papers so they didn't get into other people’s hands especially the ones we gossiped about. While trading gossips one day, I told Tola in one of our paper mediums that I was thinking about kissing her. She found my declaration hilarious for some reason but then the tone of our paper messages changed and we started flirting with one another, detailing nasty things we could do to each other, but more me than her: how I would eat from her honeypot till she squirted an ocean and other tasty stuff that had me leaving the class with a boner on several occasions.

One Tuesday morning, Tola came to class looking like something out of the heavens and as usual, I had torn out a sheet of paper and got started on complimenting her on how sexy she looked and how I was dying to lay her back on the desk to eat her out before giving her long strokes of my shaft and making her cum multiple times. She didn’t waste time replying with a taunt about how she loved my essay and "oh if only" I could put it into actions. Taking that as a challenge, I scooted closer to her and softly nibbled on her ear, eliciting a sharp quiver from her. Her response turned me several notches on but it apparently had a different effect on her because one minute she was resting her head on the desk trying to regain her breathing, and the next minute she was telling me to never to talk to her again as she packed her books and relocated her seat to another part of the classroom.

We tried staying close after that exchange but something had changed, and since I wasn't yet recovered from my heartbreak, I couldn't take it further with Tola--even though she practically began to beg for it--because I didn't want to be part of any school craziness. Not then. But something had been awakened in me: my inner man whore. And it made it easy to let Tola go when our easy friendship turned into drama.

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After Tola stopped talking to me, I went back to my friends from year one, all the while still committed to the mission of proving my Ex wrong. And that was when I met this dark skinned, perky breasted curvy girl, Femi. I can’t remember exactly how we got talking but we must have exchanged numbers at some point because most of our conversations took place over the phone. Rumor had it Femi was a runs girl but I didn’t care; I was all about the cookie. She called the shots on our call times and how often or when I called her even though I chilled regularly at a spot really close to her hostel. But she wouldn’t ever allow me get any closer.

First semester exams rolled around and Femi asked what my study plans were. I told her I'd be studying at my house with some mates and she said she wouldn’t mind joining the fellowship, considering we had a 'Prof' among us; it was a perfect setting to prepare and my friends had no qualms about her joining us to study. The first night she came, she brought bread and sardines for the boys to feast on before studying but I was so affected by her presence that I could hardly concentrate: my eyes kept straying to her boobs and my hands wanted so badly to feel her butt. When the team called it a night, I was left alone with Femi in the room and I had never wanted a fuck like I did in that moment. I had such burning desires but she didn't look like she shared my lust.

Night after night she came, with bread and condiments and we would study till the early mornings and grab some sleep around dawn. But one particular night was different, I guess my repeated 'accidental' touches and not-so-subtle attempts to get some** hadn't been as unnoticed as I had been made to believe, as she decided to return the energy and accept a kiss from me and boy...!

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Author is on twitter at @islewdem

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