FourEyes

FourEyes

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Romance
"Hey four eyes!" "Hey big head" "My head is not that big" "Well if you don't like it, don't call me four eyes" A story about a girl who trips on air, whose laugh sounds like a generator, socially awkward with a low self-esteem but finally learns how to accept and love herself and learns how to be confident in her own skin. And also maybe finally finds love along the way.
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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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