Indeed You alone know Yourself by Your internal potency O Supreme Person Origin of all Lord of all beings God of Gods Lord of the universe The Supersoul You are the Supreme Primal Objective You are the ultimate resting place of the universe You are inexhaustible and You are the oldest You are the maintainer of the eternal religion, the Personality of Godhead Oh master of the senses Oh Primal Lord O Limitless One God of Gods Refuge of the universe You are the invincible source The cause of all causes You are the knower of everything and all that is knowable You are the supreme refuge above the material modes O limitless form This whole cosmic manifestation is pervaded by You O unbounded power You are the master of limitless might You are all-pervading and thus You are everything Omniscient The ancient The Ruler of the whole world Minuter than the atom The supporter of all Of form inconceivable Effulgent like the Sun and Beyond the darkness There is nothing whatsoever higher than you You are the Sapidity in Water The Light in the Moon and the Sun You are the syllable OM in all the Vedas Sound in ether You are the Virility in men You are the sweet fragrance in earth and the brilliance in fire You are the life in all beings The austerity in the austere You are the eternal seed of all beings The intelligence of the intelligent You are the Splendor of the Splendid You are the Strength of the Strong Guest
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Sex With My Secondary School Senior -7

We Held Hands As We Walked Along A Path Next To The Bowling Alley Toward A Wooded Area. As We Entered The Woods We Came To A Widen...
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We held hands as we walked along a path next to the bowling alley toward a wooded area. As we entered the woods we came to a widened portion of the path we were walking on the contained a picnic table. We stopped her and I took her in my arms and kissed her. She returned my kiss and we were immediately in the throws of lust. We were hugging, kissing, and running our hands all over each other's bodies. I soon got her blouse unbuttoned and was feeling her bare breast under her bra. She had her hands inside my shirt and was rubbing my chest. She moved one hand down to my hard cock in my jeans and was rubbing it through the material. This was progressing well. 

I moved her back against the picnic table and laid her down on it. I raised her skirt, spread her legs apart and buried my face in her hot wet pussy. Her underwear were soaked and the aroma aroused me even more. I pulled her underwear aside and began to lick and kiss her bare pussy lips. She climaxed almost immediately. I straightened up and undid my belt buckle and zipper and dropped my pants and shorts. As I approached her with my erect dick ready to plunge it into her she yelped and sat up and pulled her skirt down. 

"I can't do this, I thought I could, but I can't. I have to go!" and with that she jumped up and ran back down the path toward the dance hall. 

Damn did I feel like a fool? Standing there with a raging hard on, my jeans around my ankles, all by my self. Oh well what the fuck. I pulled up my clothes tucked in my shirt and went back to the bowling alley. 

At the far end of the lounge area of the bowling alley there were two pool tables. There were a couple of people playing on one table, but the other was open. I selected a cue, racked the balls and started shooting. I was about half way through my second rack when I heard a voice behind me.

" Would you like some company?" It was Karen. I got her a cue and reracked the balls. We began to play some eight ball. She asked if I had seen Joe lately. I told her no, I didn't know where he was. I had never really notice Karen before, but she was a good-looking woman, about 35, shapely and firm. Nice sized breasts, a very good figure and an ass to kill for. She wore a white cotton scoop necked blouse and a full blue cotton skirt. Whenever she leaned over the shoot I could see down her blouse to her bra encased breasts. A very enticing sight indeed. When she would bend over to shoot and I was behind her I noticed her near perfectly shaped ass. I was enjoying the game of pool with her. She asked me how thing were going for me tonight. I told her not for shit and left it at that. She approached me and took hold of my chin. First turning my face one way to see where I had been slapped and then the other where the swelling of a bruise were beginning to show from where Ralph had hit me. 
Romance Novel: Lost In Lust. Part 6

She Must Be Making Cool Money There, I Thought. I Remembered Her Figure Vividly: Slim, Light In Complexion, Average Height, Pretty...
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She must be making cool money there, I thought. I remembered her figure vividly: slim, light in complexion, average height, pretty and petite.



That figure and her name certainly reminded me of Naomi Campbell, the ex-super model.



By my reckoning, Naomi Dodo couldn’t be less than thirty five and she was most likely married. Should I give her a call?



Well, there should be no harm in that, should there? After all, she asked me to give her a call and she willingly gave me her card. I brought out my phone and dialed her number.



Her phone rang but no response. She was probably busy, I thought. I decided I would have to call again at another time and saved her number as Sister Naomi.



Sarah brought my food. ‘Thank you, Sarah,’ I told her.



She smiled and went away. The food was delicious. I always ate rice and chicken with relish. I was midway in my eating when my phone rang. It was ‘Sister Naomi’ calling back.



‘Hello, madam. Good afternoon.’



‘Good afternoon. I saw your missed call. Please, who is this?’



‘I’m Ola,’ I replied. ‘The guy who assisted in getting your car started a couple of days ago.’



‘O-Okay. How’re you?’



‘I’m fine, ma’am.’



‘Thank you for that day. Is this your number?’



‘Yes.’



‘I’m kind of busy now. I’ll still call you, Ola.’



‘Alright, ma’am.’



The line was disconnected. I continued with my food. About twenty minutes later, a text message came to my phone. Somebody had transferred two thousand naira worth of airtime to my number. It was from Naomi.



That meant it was 2K she wanted to give me that day. Why did she do this when I had told her not to bother? I shrugged. The airtime would be useful. I decided to send a text message to her to thank her for the gesture.



Few minutes later, she replied the text with the simple message: You deserved it.



I continued to do my work conscientiously. Later in the evening, I was in the study room surfing the internet. Joyce had temporarily moved to the campus as they would soon be writing the semester examination.



I received a WhatsApp message from Sister Naomi. ‘Good evening, how was your day?’ she asked.


THE GREEN EYED MONSTER... By E PLUS The Storyteller

THE GREEN EYED MONSTER...   By E PLUS The Storyteller.  

He Was My Best Friend, Or So He Taught! Or Else How Can You Explain

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THE GREEN EYED MONSTER...
 
By E PLUS The Storyteller.
 

He was my best friend, or so he taught! Or else How can you explain the outrage and uncontrollable emotions I had muddled up in my head, all in the name of vengeance...

 

   Indeed, the 'devil walks in the dark!' and works hand in hand with the notorious

'Green eyed monster'.

 

I have been a victim of exploitation and injustice all my life, and this accounts for the roller coaster of emotions! But I know, It wasn't intentional, I just..., I just...

 

  Well, it all happened that fateful night, my best friend(Najite), had called me up for a concert- he wanted us to go and see one of the famous act of all times, he was so excited. Then I had the perfect plan(well, almost perfect) that would change everything, for the worse!

 

I had always thought that being a victim of failed relationships was Najite's fault, all my ex girlfriends ended up with him! 

 

They(all) wanted him, I can't say what the attraction was, but he had a way with ladies...  So, despite all his claims to be innocent and oblivious of all the happenings, I never forgave him! I was only counting the days and minutes, I would actually have my pound of flesh!

So, you can imagine how elated I was, when the opportunity, came knocking on my door. Without any hesitation, I obliged him, and got prepared.

 

"Obus, I don near your house o! You go come out sharp! Sharp! We are almost late for the concert, abeg Na front seat I want make we stay." Najite exclaimed, over the phone.

 

"No wahala! I don ready" I responded, and the call ended.

 

Few minutes later, Najite called, and in no time I was out of the house. Hidden in my pocket was a weapon, I intended to use. I had made up my mind to deal with Najite- he was having such a good life despite all that he had done to me! I wanted vengeance! As I stepped into the car, Najite was all smiles.

 

"How far?" He asked.

 

"I dey." I replied.

 

"Oya nau! This is it o! One of the biggest concert of all times!" Najite said, excitedly.

 

"Na so!" I responded, while I reached out for the weapon in my pocket, and immediately Najite started the car, I pounced on him without mercy!

 

Needless to say, I was shaken, just seeing the brutality I had inflicted on him.

Najite, never made it! And before long, I was arrested, and locked up, behind bars.

I have spent half of my entire sentence in prison, thus far and I must say:

 

THE GREEN EYED MONSTER led me to my actions, and I should have been wise enough not to have given in- nothing justifies my actions, I truly regret it!

 

     THE GREEN EYED MONSTER... By E PLUS The Storyteller.

 

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