Diary Of An Average African Diary

Diary Of An Average African Diary

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Cultura e Identidad
Ever wondered what goes on in the head of an African girl? Well, Your answer is right here. This is the true story based on the life of an African girl! Ijeoma, who is also the writer of this story tells us stories of her life's journey, from her friendships to her love life (or lack of) and all her life's issues in general. Walk with her through this journey, feel what she feels and see things as she sees them...... see you there!
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"Are you ready?" I said to her placing her long silky hair at the back of her head. She nodded. Her bewitching smile sending immense pleasure to my body. I pushed into her slowly- carefully and then with a little force. She forced a smile at first and in seconds her face had turned pale, hysterical- beastly! "Shit!. Shit!. Stoppppp Dotun - Please stopp." She screamed loudly like she was in enormous pain. I felt like I was in another world, lost in a haze of sensations-almost like I had found a place that felt like home. But then, reality struck. No matter how intense the moment, when a woman says stop, you stop. It doesn't matter how powerful the desire burning through you is. "Shit!" I yelled, fighting to pull myself back from the edge. The tension within me was overwhelming, the kind that tempts you to ignore everything but your own feelings. But I knew better-her voice, her comfort, and her trust meant everything. The desire could wait. Respect couldn't. Dammit!!! The sweet taste of a woman!!! Her personality, A ferocious saint, like fire and brimstone. He on the other hand, is like water yet powerless against her fire She was broken, a puzzle that was missing a piece. But he was willing to carve his own piece to complete her. They said her fire would consume him. But he was ready to be destroyed by her raging flames! Ranked 1 in #nigerianstories

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