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Diary of a broke Playboy episode 9

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Diary of a broke Playboy episode 9 by : 8:09 pm On July 5, 2020
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Diary of a broke Playboy episode 9
We moved on like everything was normal but within me, i was restless. I expected her to call our affair over but here she was acting like nothing really happened. Before we ate, i secretly made sure she ate first before i do. To avoid stories that touch.
A day to the day we were supposed to be going home to our houses, i decided i was really sick of Chinaza acting like everything was cool between us. It was driving me nuts so i decided to deal with it headstrong. James and Sandra had both gone out to town to enjoy their Last day together.
“Naza can we talk? ” i asked her as she packed our clothes in readiness for home coming.
” About what? ”
” about us”.
“What about us?” she asked still busy with the packing.
“Naza please you are driving me nuts with this your i don’t care attitude, for Christ’s sake, you caught me fu(king another girl in this house and you have been acting cool ever since and its messing up my mind”
“I didn’t catch you rather i found out ” she said still busy with the clothes.
” So?” i was getting visibly frustrated.
“So what do you want me to do?, say congratulations to you? ” she asked and finally left the clothes to face me.
” No, not that, i at least expect you to shout at me, call me names and say you are done with me”
“Oh that’s what you want?” she asked Standing akimbo.
“Yes!! Yell at me, i betrayed you and betrayed our love” i said almost shouting.
“Well, chinecherem, you know what?”
“You are a bastard, a two timing, cheating, lying bastard. I hate you so much you son of a bitch” she was shouting and the tears were dropping from her eyes . She picked a portrait of me on the wall and flung it against the wall. Then she picked the mirror on my wall and dashed it on the floor. It broke to pieces.
“i hate you lying bastard and i will never forgive you for all the pains you have caused me” she came for me and slapped me, then proceeded to hit me on the chest, i grabbed her and tried to hug her, she resisted violently but i managed to cage her in my arms, she grudgingly gave in and held on to me as she cried more, the tears came to my eyes and i let it rain. We held onto each other as we cried our eyes out.
“Fu{k me” she said suddenly in between sobs.
“What?” i asked a bit surprised.
“I said fu{k me” she repeated.
Without further questions, i gently laid her on the bed as she shook from crying, removed all her clothes and went fully into her. Her tears fell more as i went into her, i placed my lips on hers and we klzzed, exchanging and swallowing each others tears. It wasn’t long before we both came. I lay flat on the bed and pulled her head on top of my chest. She still cried and the tears was soaking my chest.
“I just wanted to be sure i have a reason for letting you keep me and my heart to yourself” she said and sniffed.
“If for nothing, at least i have the great s£× to be grateful for but i would like to assure you that you have lost my trust and my love, my heart can decide not to stop loving you but as for me, i’m done, you will always have me as your girl but my love will remain mine from now on, do with me what you will player” she finally said and sobbed.
I closed my eyes and the tears flowed in my eyes and my heart ached…..
We all had this primary school classmates that we all crushed on. I mean it happens to everyone. We would write letters that we would never send, rehearse conversations that we never made and bought gifts we never gave. So the most bold of us would start up a propaganda to make the class pair them up automatically. One would start hearing things like, I will marry this girl and stuffs like that, and when the boys in the class hears something like that, they will now start calling the boy the girls name and the girl the guys name. Shy guys like me will pray to be placed in the same seat with our crush or for our teachers to tease us with them.
In my primary 6 class, there was this girl everybody liked. Her name was Angela. I will have to say she was beautiful because back then, i think i was too small to know much about the qualities of a girl. She was dark i can remember and intelligent too . Like i said, i was too young to know if she was figure 8 or whatever, my young mind couldn’t even begin to think of such things. You see, unlike children of these days, I wasn’t corrupted early.
As luck would have it, she was made the senior prefect of the school and i the deputy. So it was S.P and D.S.P. But my classmates would call me DI S. P. Di in Igbo meant husband. I loved the name more than my post. We finished our primary school and i left without being able to tell her how i felt.
I started my Js1 in a boarding school for boys. My first week at school was a new experience. We had female teachers but after spending a week inside the school compound and i saw a girl. It was like i saw an Angel. And the girl wasn’t even that fine.
During my first xmas break in my js1, I decided i was going to pay my crush a surprise visit. My mom had sent me to the market. I decided i was going to use that opportunity to go and see Angela in their house. I brought chidozie my friend with me.
We went to the market, i decided to buy things i was going to give to Vivian or maybe eat with her. I bought 2 lucozade boosts, 2 moi moi, 3 sachets of pure water and 2 nasco banana biscuit, i decided the extra one sachet of pure water was for Chidozie to drink while me and Angela feasted on the rest. I packed them into one nylon and we left for a primary school friends house. His name was Emeka. We all had been very close during our primary school days. We intended asking him for directions to Angela’s house.
We got to Emeka’s house, exchanged pleasantries. After which he pointed out Angela’s house to us.
We got there. I don’t know who was the most naive between me and chidozie. After about 10 minutes of walking the length and breath of their fence, we decided to go inside. We tiptoed inside and knocked. We heard shuffling of feet inside the house. Chidozie was already at the gate waiting to bolt at any false alarm.
“Yes, i’m coming ” we heard a female voice say from inside. The voice sounded like a someone that had water in her mouth.
The door opened and Angela stood before us. Looking at her hands, i noticed garri scales on them. She looked shocked on seeing us.
” Ermm, Angela” i called her and looked back at Chidozie for support only to meet the gate empty..
“Neche” she called back. For 30 seconds we stared without uttering any word. Then i broke the ice
“Do you know Emeka’s house? ..”
I shaa ended up eating the things I bought with Chidozie.
“Mehn this is good. Guy, when are we going to her house again?” Emeka asked as we chewed the last piece of the biscuit inside a nearby bush. I hissed at him, got up and wiped the dirt from my jeans and continued on my way home.
When you love someone, you just love them, no matter who or whatever comes up along the way, you will never want to let go.
We all went home for the remaining part of our holiday, as i have already said, we and Naza lived close to each other and both our families have a close relationship so no matter what, we always saw each other, whether we liked it or not.
Our relationship soon metamorphosed into the type of relationship i had with Eva. Only difference was that Eva once told me she loved me but naza wasn’t going to say that to for a long time. She would visit my house, cook with my mom, play around with my siblings and then walk into my room and fukk me like she was my whore. It was more like a ritual to us which we did at least once in 2 days because in as much as she hated to admit it, we both still loved each other so dearly and wanted to be together all the time but it hurt her so much to think that she was sharing me with some other girl. I also suspected she was always expecting to catch me with another girl inside my room because of the way she usually comes in.
Now, naza wasn’t any girl i would want to fukk just for the sake or fun of it, i loved her too much for it. You know when you really love someone, fukking them is not something you do just because you feel like, its what you do when words, klzzes, letters and hugs becomes inadequate to express your passion for them, you do it because it makes you both happy and not because it gives you pleasure. If you want pleasure, go and masturbate.
Like i said, i do suspect she was trying to see if she would get me with another girl and she almost did.
Amara had lived with us ever since she was a 9 year old kid. She was a distant relation of my mother. She had always slept in my room along with me up until she was 16 and i was 19. In between that period and up to now, we have explored and exploited each other so many times. When we slept together, we had our Goodnight s£× and good morning s£×, as time went on, it was like more of a necessity to us than it was a sin. I’m even thinking i have fukked her more than all the girls i have been with put together. She was a dark beautiful girl and very curvy too. Outside the bedroom, we were both very much attached to each other that my people will often throw jokes at us
“Don’t worry, in your Next life, you both won’t be relations so that you will get to marry each other”
They will often say stuffs likes this not knowing we had both broken records married people can’t break.
It was on a Saturday morning and I was in my room playing my game. I was seated on the bed with my legs crossed. Amara came into my room clutching a floor mopper. I looked at her and smiled, she smiled back revealing her neatly cut open teeth, i can assure you that she is a very beautiful girl that can give Rihanna a run for her body.
She closed the door behind her and came straight to me. She sat beside me on the bed pecked my cheek.
“I have missed you so much you know” she said
“Hmmm, i have missed you too” i said still focused on my game and trying not to miss a goal. Amara touched me on my back and i was tickled, i looked sharply at her and then back to the tv and found out i had missed the goal after all.
“fukk” i said and dropped my pad, i pulled her closer to me and started klzzing her like i needed it to survive. She grabbed my prick and started squeezing it, i felt the zip to her gown which was at the back and drew it open. Her gown dropped to her waist level and her full fletched br£@st stared me in the eye, she had no bra on. I pushed her down to the bed and grabbed her B@@bs with my mouth, i would have swallowed them but they would choke me so i opted for the nlpp!e. I bit hard on it and she let out a soft long m0@n. I got up and pulled her gown from her, she was n@k£d under, my prick increased more in size. I grabbed a pillow and put it under her head. I spread her legs wide apart and inserted my prick. She shook and grabbed me by the back. I started going in slowly in order not to make noise and alert anybody.
“fukk me harder” she whispered and i obeyed, i started going harder than ballers.
“Toa! Toa!! Toa!!!” my scrotal sack banged against her pusy as we both m0@ned. She held me by the waist and crossed her legs against my back.
“I’m coming ” she gasped and i put my lips on hers and muffled her scream as the fluid flowed from her vulva and covered my prick. She held me tight and klzzed me passionately and i came too.
“I want to ease myself” she said and got up from the bed. She walked to my bathroom n@k£d as i admired her curve. Suddenly my door banged open and i stared at it startled. Chinaza was standing there. Luckily i hadn’t pulled down my shorts during my escapade with Amara. She came and sat next to me.
“What are you doing? ” she asked.
” Playing game” i said and klzzed her, pulled her to the bed and we started fondling each other. My heart trembled at the thought of what would happen when Amara walks in n@k£d..
“Brother there is no omo in the bathroom ”
Startled, we both disengaged and saw Amara standing timidly behind us wearing my pajamas which i had earlier hung on the bathroom door
” then go and buy naa” i yelled at her as she ran outside. Smart girl.
We undressed each other and went into our newly found ritual.
I fell sick the next day…

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