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Kc strolled grumpily into 'The Madonna' bar. It was a lesbian bar that her best friend Helen had introduced her to a few years back. Kc had frequented the bar enough to be a regular, and the bar had witnessed the milestones of her life. Like the time she sold her first piece of art, or when she met Katie in the bar, they had even got engaged in this same bar. Then life happened, she had got so involved in Katie that she forgot to live, to breathe. She had even let all her friends go because of Katie. She had forgotten about this bar that meant a lot to her because of Katie, and now Katie was gone. Hopefully her friends and of course 'The Madonna' would forgive her. Kc pushed the door and walked inside unsure. The place looked almost the same, just a little changes here and there. Bob, the owner was still there though, and immediately their eyes met, he bellowed ' free shots for everyone' to the glee of the customers. They hugged as much as they could across the counter. Kc had really missed the sorry son of a gun. "Katie finally releases you just enough to breathe fresh air. Hello old timer!" "Hello Bob. I see you still talk alot of crap. Give me my usual Bob, I want to get wasted" "wanna talk about about it?" The big teddy bear of a man asked. Kc thought about it for a while and decided that it was easier to just throw it out there. She couldn't really keep it a secret for much longer. "Katie left me for a dude, she took my car, emptied my wallet and ran off with her co worker. Last I heard, they were married and living happily. Here I am" Kc finished and took a swig of her drink. Bob seemed to figure out her mood, the drink was hard. "I never liked her. Figured something like this would happen. Sorry sweet.. drink up and look around, lots of new p**sy since you were last here" Kc liked that Bob took her story for what it was without asking any more questions. She had forgotten how wise the bartender was. She ordered another drink and decided to look around. It had been six months since the break up, and kc knew she needed to f***k. Hard, raw f***k and nothing else. She scanned the women sitting in groups in different tables. Talking and laughing over discussions. She noticed a few regulars from the time she had been a regular too. She nodded towards a few and continued her scan. That was when her eyes fell on her. Lord! This was one beautiful creature. She was sitting alone at a corner of the bar. She wore ripped tight jeans, boots and a shirt that was both transparent and did nothing to cover her impressive bust. Kc wanted badly to f***k her. As she watched this creature, kc saw her bite her bottom lip and fuss with her glossy blonde hair. f***k! f***k! f***k! 'I'm going to come on this bar stool' kc shifted uneasily On her chair as the beauty looked towards her. Their eyes met and held for a minute before the girl turned back to her phone. Bob noticed kc and chuckled. "Don't tell me it's silent Jane you want" Kc turned reluctantly away from the girl and faced Bob. "What do you mean? She's gorgeous and what do you mean by silent?" Bob attended to customers and once he was through, he turned back to KC. "Well let's see. She walks in here about a year ago, and has been here every week since then," "And?" Kc retorted impatiently. Bob grabbed a huge ledger book and flipped it open for kc to see. "There is a wager on her you see, these are the names of everyone who had tried to pick her up. To be in this, all you need do is drop fifty bucks, walk up to her and take her home" Kc shook her head in disbelief as Bob laughed hard. "So Bobby, you mean to say for about a year, no one has been able to pick her up? What is her name ?" Bob closed the book and turned serious. "She's never spoken to anyone Kay, nobody knows anything about her. Although I heard she is a model but I can't be sure. We call her silent Jane for a reason" Kc tried to assimilate this piece of information but came out stunned. She wanted this silent stranger, that very much was clear but knowing there was a year old bet going on made it much harder. Kc mulled the matter over, maybe silent Jane or whatever her name was deaf and dumb. She knew sign language and could maybe talk to her that way. Kc decided she was going to have to try. She had nothing to lose except fifty bucks. She had everything to gain too. She imagined how much could be up for grabs by now. "So Bob, how much I'm I going in for now? That book sure looks half full." "Uhm! Lets see! About fifty thousand." Wtf! Fifty thousand? Kc was definitely broke as f***k. Katie had left her penniless. The only thing the bitch hadn't taken was the house. She would have if she had found a way to move a house. Kc could see things getting better with fifty thousand bucks. She was still contemplating this when sleazy ol Pat came around. She eyed kc with distaste as she passed fifty bucks to Bob. Bob signed in her name to the book and nodded. She sauntered towards the beauty with the confidence of a lion. Kc turned to watch. This was going to be interesting. She saw Pat take a seat and startstart talking. She gesticulated wildly and laughed alone at the jokes she made, all the while the beauty looked through her like she wasn't even there. Silent Jane even seemed to yawn a few times. Kc wondered if she could hear anything Pat was saying. After some minutes, it seemed like Pat was loosing her cool. Kc saw her slam her fist on the table, probably screaming obscenities as she stormed off the table and out the door of the bar. According to Bob, this had been another one of her numerous attempts gone to waste. I felt for her but this further made me interested in this strange beauty.

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So this one is for someone who wants me to start another story as fast as I can. You know who you are!! WARNING!!!! Do not read this story if you are sensitive to sexual scenes as this story is graphic and very very sexual. I repeat don't even open it, it would ruin you. If you kept reading then you should know that this story isn't about anyone living or dead, it is entirely a product of my over active sexual imaginations. (Sue me) **As usual let's try not to comment so as not to ruin the flow of the story, but believe me, this one would be very short, hard and fast. *DO NOT COMMENT* PS: no one should blame me for writing sex, it's how I get off Biko.... Thank you.

As I sat there in absent mindedness punching characters into the computer system sitting on my desk, all concentration was focused on the chiming of the clock hanging on the wall above Tamara's desk, as it formed danceable rhythms to my ears. I counted the seconds with the tick tock and for the umpteenth time, i darted my gaze to the time keeping device and was elated to note that it was just a few more minutes before the day ends in this godforsaken office. I hated my job as an editor in a publishing firm since the day i took up the offer. It was one boring job that could make one tie a noose round the neck one day. “I’ll quit tomorrow” I cooed to myself as I always do, but the thought of going to Mofe for money usually make me summon the courage to go to work the next day, as I would die first before asking my twin sister for a raise. Two minutes before 5pm, “whoops!” I quickly abandoned what I was typing and started packing my things ready to make a dash. “See you next week Oma” Tamara said to me as she started walking out of the office that she and I shared. “na wa o, so you can’t even wait two more minutes, but if it is Omawunmi leaving one minute before time, CNN would land here to cover the news” “there’s a place I need to be, already told the boss. I was supposed to even leave at 4.30” Tamara responded, rolling her eyes “Whatever, have a good weekend” “You too” she threw over her shoulders as she stormed out. Gosh! I hated this Tamara girl, it was annoying enough that she pretends to be better than everyone else with her holier than thou attitude, but for us to share same office was unbearable. She was the very churchy kind that would probably organise a crusade for me should she find out that I am gay. Bella was asleep on the couch when I got home, with my neighbour's teenage daughter beside her watching TV. She usually helped me babysit her while I’m away at work. Bella my eight year old daughter, is the fruit of a three years marriage which ended in fiasco. After Mofe married an Australian Immigration Lawyer, mom and the whole family were all on my case about marriage. I eventually succumbed to marrying Jason, my childhood friend. Things however turned awry when Jason started suspecting that I might be into girls and in no time, his suspicion was confirmed when he caught me and someone I had introduced as my friend, necking in the sitting room. He filed for a divorce and I immediately signed to it. I remember giving myself a delicious treat that day in celebration of my freedom. Thankfully though, Jason, who is still friends with me, never mentioned the reason for our breakup to anyone, he had simply told my mom and his that we were not meant for each other. I planted a kiss on Bella's little cheek, she woke up and wrapped her little arms around my neck “welcome mum, how was work?” “I will quit tomorrow” “Hahaha, you always say that mum but you never quit” “Someday, I’ll surprise you, I promise. Now get up let’s make quick dinner, you know mummy has a date tonight” “can I go with you mum?” “No you can’t cupcakes, this is an adult kinda date” The nerves in her face started to contract in sadness, so I quickly reassured her “but we can go to the park tomorrow. It’s Saturday and we’ll have all day to ourselves” “Promise?” “I do solemnly swear” She smiled and jumped off the couch. Hours later, I was in a bar waiting for my date. Going on dates was gradually becoming part of my Friday routine. I've met with three persons in three weeks, all of whom were gotten from a dating site. I slept with all three and kissed them good-bye. Relationship was not my thing, I simply dated for the fun and companionship that I get out of it. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, already tried that once after my crashed marriage and the as****h**le infected me with STD while keeping numerous lovers and ran off thereafter. Hence, I resolved to date for the sole aim of getting laid. So, sitting there at the bar handpicked by the said date, I started to wish I had not agreed to this blind date. I didn’t usually do blind dates, but this particular girl had been different from the rest. She simply stood out in style of conversation and against my will, I felt drawn to her, so that when she suggested we don’t share photos prior to the meeting date, I accepted. ‘grr grr' she was calling. I answered and she said “I’m here, what are you wearing and where exactly are you?” “I’m wearing a red top on a blue jean and I’m sitting close to the restroom door” Seconds later, I heard “hello” for a second I thought the voice sounded familiar I turned to come gaze locked with Tamara my colleague. What nonsense, what is mother Mary doing here? “Tamara, what are you doing here?” “Errm... Oma, that’s exactly what I’m about to ask you” “Well, I'm meeting with someone and I guess you’re... Wait a minute, why did you walk up to me, Oh my God, are you Susan from LoveFinder?” Tamara's phone slipped off her hand and fell to the ground “you are Phantom? Christ!”

"Tee! Do you think God hates us?" I said looking at her, she was so beautiful, everything I could ever want and more. She raised her eyebrows and seemed to think for a while before replying "I don't think he hates us,I don't wanna think about cray stuffs like that tho" she said nonchalantly as she drew me closer. Our bodies melted like wax, we were joined, body and soul. I could almost taste her thoughts. How is it possible to love and understand someone this much? How can this be a sin? She started to kiss me and I rose to her lips, it started slowly but the need grew and grew till we were practically eating each other. I wanted her so much, I have never wanted anything this much in my entire life. The sex that night was different. The orgasm was sweet in a painful way and after it passed I started to cry. She cuddled me and whispered sweet nothings into my ears, it worked. The tears turned into a trickle and I sniffed and held her even closer, she kissed my tears and said "Make a wish Bee" I did not think about it, it came out straight out of my heart. "I wish God would accept US".

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When I was 6, he rode in gallantly on a white horse. Hair cropped short, body covered in medieval armour and bathed in the light of a hundred suns. He was the stuff of fairy tales, the prince charming to my little Cinderella's heart. Then I was 12 and he drove in on a wooden cart. Hair a shaggy pixie cut, body gracefully garbed and legs for days. He was sweet and he's eyes twinkled merrily. He reminded me of a certain cute girl at church. I approached 16, then he sped in on a powerbike. Clad in black leather, helmet in the crook of her arm though I could have sworn it was Ms. Susan from school. I became apprehensive and worried, my He was turning to a she. At 21, she walked up to me in skinny jeans and a t shirt. There was no denying it. To me she hung the moon and stars.. She smiled at me as she leaned on the door frame, daring me to take my eyes of her smothering brilliance. Now in my mid twenties, she staunters over as I watch, dressed in her button down and slacks. A smirk on her sensual lips as she takes off her glasses. "Did u miss me baby?" She asks while stealing a kiss from my waiting mouth. As I stare deep into her beautiful eyes, I realize that she is and has always been my knight in shinning armour. Fini.

I panted heavily like I had just finished climbing mount Kilimanjaro and in a way I had just finished climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. Hell! she had taken me higher than mount everest even. She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted and I have a sweet tooth so coming from me she was really sweet. Mide was like a forbidden fruit. Now I understood how Eve must have wanted that one fruit so bad, the only one she wasn't supposed to have. I used to hate Eve, even blamed her for all my misfortunes, for obvious reasons but after I started wanting Mide, I sort of just understood how it feels to want something you are not supposed to have. Okay! I have to give you a back story. First off, I am a lesbian.(go on, shout, howl, stop reading, no don't, this is an interesting read or so I think). If you continued reading then you made the right choice. so I am a lesbian, Lezzie, dyke, whatever you call "us". For the guys reading, this means I like girls, I like boobs and no I do not swing both ways. How did I know I was gay? yeah I can pretty much read minds and I know you asked that question. Well I just knew, it gets obvious when at 8 years of age, you choose to be the mummy during plays and then pick Sarah to act as daddy while Joseph stands by, even though he is better suited for the role, (biased broad! I know) and then you and Sarah get under the blanket and make out. I guess it was very obvious I was different. Growing up didn't help, hiding who I was, then a law against my very existence was passed... bla, bla, bla. Let me not bore you because the law couldn't stop me even if it tried. You want to read about how Mide and I came to be and I am not going to disappoint. Despite my sexual orientation, most people are surprised to know that I am very religious. Although I started attending a church because my friend promised me that the girls in church were hot and beautiful. I wasted no time in going with her the next Sunday. who doesn't like beautiful girls. Everything S.O my best friend told me was true man, I couldn't decide on which girl I wanted. From the usher, to the pastor's wife, no girl, sorry scratch that, no woman was spared from my microscopic eyes. My eyes are blessed, the way they could undress any girl and tell me what lay beneath is something short of magical powers. I was still admiring the usher's beautiful legs when I heard her voice. It was that moment I looked up and fell in love with her. Tall, curvy, chocolate smooth skin, beautiful beyond description. I wish I could draw, I wish I could explain her to you, I wish you could have seen her. Then the voice, the songs, the way her voice pierced my soul. I just knew that if she was in the choir then I had to be in the choir. I was mesmerized man. After service that Sunday, I joined the choir. Here was the funny thing, I couldn't sing to save my own life. Imagine a frog with sore throat croaking, then you have probably imagined how you sound because I do not sound that bad but I do sound bad. Then again the only songs I knew started with p**sy, had p**sy in the middle and ended with p**sy but hey I still had to get the girl. I saw her standing with another sister after service and I walked up to her. "hello." I called in my best voice after she was done with that sister. Her eyes lit up and she smiled warmly at me. Full lips, totally kissable opened and a set of white teeth appeared. There had to be a flaw on this girl, I looked for it but found nothing. "Hi! I saw you stand up for first timers. welcome to church." She said grabbing my hand in a strong shake. I almost came from her touch. Geez! I imagined that hand tied above her head as I rammed 'kratos' into her. ('kratos' is the name of my huge dildo strap on. yes I named it. I'm weird) I came back to earth. "So I loved your ministration so much today and it has inspired me to join the choir, although I'm not much of a singer like you. you are just the best!" She blushed and looked to her feet shyly. "Sister Nkem is better than I am actually but thanks. Anybody can learn to sing and I am happy you are interested in the choir, we actually need new members." I smile and nod. If only she knew my voice "So when is practice?" "Every Thursday and Saturday five pm. I am the coordinator and I hope to see you this Thursday." I stood there just smiling at her sheepishly, I don't know how long that carried on, but I heard S.O calling my name and then later tapping me. Somehow the princess was still standing there, waiting for me to say something "Oh. sorry. yeah. Thursday is fine. By the way I'm Alexandria but call me Alex." "I am Mide and I will see you on Thursday. sorry I have to go." "Bye" I say lamely as I watch her ass swing from side to side. "I love you Lord, I love you Jesus" I said a little bit loudly and a brother standing close nodded appreciatively thinking I was deep in the spirit or something but how could I not love the One that created that ass. I could imagine the truck load of sand it required to form that perfection. A slap landed at the back of my head and I stopped starring at Mide's ass. "Oh man! I know I said there were chics in church but I didn't mean for you to pick Mide. Geez!" S.O said clearly devastated. I shook my head in wonder. "why not? what other girl could compete with that?" I said figuratively drawing a huge ass in the air. S.O watched me seriously as she tugged her hair. "She is the pastor's daughter Alex"