Prostitution Pays

Dearest You,
I can't thank you enough for reading our posts. Today's DLS is a story I consider a must read for wives (this may help you consider shagging your hubby like you should) and our 60seconds men whose spouses are managing but will brag among friends about been great in bed. A perfect excuse to pay someone for sex because their wives can't handle their stamina..........our excuses are sometimes amazing (lol).
I am not a judge of human character and won't start now but for every job,there is a need to be met. To erase a profession, the need for that job will have to be erased. 
Pls read on..............

“Hmm”,“Ahh!”. These were the sounds of pleasure made in tandem with the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs. With a shudder and a groan, the male on top of me achieved orgasm. He collapses on me,breathing heavily into my ear. He then rolls off me, body glistening with sweat. He grins at me,revealing straight,brown stained tobacco teeth. He gives my nipple one last pinch and proceeds to put on his clothes all the time keeping up a steady chatter of how good and sweet I was and how he’s going to return at a later date. As he finishes putting on his shoes, he opens his wallet and presses some bills into my palm and then walks out. I glance at the clock. There is still time for two or three more customers. I rise from the bed to dispose of the condom used, clean my body off with a wet towel (no time for a bath and moreover, men like the scent of sex), put on a short, sexy gown with nothing underneath, reapply my makeup and then, out I go. This is my life. Welcome to the world of a Commercial Sex Worker a.k.a Prostitute, Harlot, Slut, Ashewo, Okpo etc.

It wasn’t always this way. I was raised in a comfortable household in an upper middle class neighbourhood. While growing up, I’ve always held the attention of men folk starting from junior secondary. I have incredible hips which are a perfect platform for the perfect bum to be developed, perky breasts, a smooth flawless skin that has never seen a pimple and a face that wouldn’t make the cover of Vogue but it’s refreshingly appealing to men. My sojourn into the body hawking business started when I was at a “joint” with my erstwhile boyfriend and I arose to get to the bathroom. As I did, I felt the eye of every male on me and suddenly, there was this really intense feeling of power. Call it an epiphany and you wouldn’t be far from the truth. Anyway, as I got outside, I was accosted by a guy who simply said “how much?” in a coarse voice. I instantly felt disgust but incredibly I was really turned on. I really love sex and my boyfriend wasn’t giving me plenty of it. Then I thought, “why not?” Why not get paid for doing something you actually enjoy doing? Sounds familiar, right? I told him #3,000 and he took me to the toilet I was headed towards. That marked the beginning.

Over the years, I’ve met a lot of people; guys who brag a lot and are dead in bed, average, good ones, downright ugly, incredibly handsome, tall, short, fat , thin, kinky, all sorts. I’ve been with really respected men in the society,men you will find hard to believe patronise me and have received so many offers from men. Some are borderline stupid in my opinion (like telling me you want to marry me), some reasonable but I value my independence too much to be stuck with one bloke.

For me, it’s primarily about the power I feel from seeing men fumble over themselves just for me. I actually pity the married dudes who work their socks off and return home to stiff-necked boring wives who know next to nothing about pleasing a man. Some do have some knowledge but refrain from giving their all. All they are interested in is obtaining the latest clothing and jewelry which are being paid for by the hussy’s cash. Only when they get these things do they put on a show for about two days (if the guy gets lucky). Yet, these women open their mouths to call us harlots! I have clients who just stay and talk with me for about two-thirds of the time paid for (usually marital problems, though). As far as I see it, these women should commend us for taking the stress off their men’s necks. After all, we are providing a service they cannot perform. Anyway, I’ve got no regrets and if I should reincarnate, I’ll still come back this way. It’s just too much fun! See ya.


Story by Anuoluwapo O.

WALE by Bishi

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Ever Been To A Tea Party?

Dear Reader, 
Ever been to a tea party? Hey,be sure we have the same kind of party in mind before you give me your big YES!............I as an individual cannot remember ever been invited to a tea party,maybe we don't fancy such in this part of the world..........you know how we love to party with the loud music and booze......naija things *wink* (lol,i love my country). In fact, if you think that you've got some talent in alcohol consumption and you happen to come from any other part of the world not Nigeria, ......hmmm! All I can say is,don't blow your trumpet until you have seen our brothers here drink. Trust me,we have some crazy boozers in the land and I have been fortunate to meet some of them in my life time. These guys drink round the clock and it got to a point that I had to conclude that highness has been erased from their dictionary, I can only pray for their liver. 

Back to the secret of the day,I ordinarily thought the term "Tea Party" meant sitting in a living room with friends, listening to soft music, having chit-chats and of course eating biscuits and tea. Little did I know that tea partying could also mean...........(lol,find out in the paragraphs to come as I share a friend's tea party experience with you).

"As a young married man who travelled a lot, i've come to realise that the things you think you understand may have a totally different meaning when you find yourself in a new environment. I enjoy travelling, i'm eager to meet and work with new people as well as explore every opportunity that presents itself (try not to let your imagination run wild on this one). So,when I had to relocate to Ivory Coast for a while to work,it was an experience I welcomed. It was for only a weeks so I didn't travel with my family. 
After my first week, I had already fit into the system. I had a good rapport with my colleagues and as a man with good looks,soon the ladies were on my case. A few weeks later,i already found a friend in a colleague. We talked about a lot of things aside work,she talked about her husband a lot and she once mentioned that she told her husband about me. We were just friends so I didn't think her husband will have a problem with it, which he didn't.
  
                                                     
One day,as we leave the office she said "i'll like to invite you for a tea party at my house" and I immediately said "sure" thinking that it will mean sitting with other colleagues, unwinding and drinking tea. It was a week day and the tea party was suppose to happen over the weekend. Since I had never been to one,i decided to ask a male colleague about it. The male colleague first gave me a surprised look then he began to laugh,then he said "go for it". I asked for what the occasion will look like so i'm appropriately dressed and that was when he realised that I didn't know about what I was invited for. He explained to me that tea partying in their environment meant having sex with a person with his or her spouse present. I was shocked,i couldn't believe it,i left him speechless and went back to my lady friend to confirm. She thought I already knew when she invited me, she told me not to worry that herself and her husband had an understanding. She went further to explain that she would rather tea party than cheat on him and that he would rather do the same. When she asked if i'ld still like to come,i said YES . *smile*

On that faithful day,when I arrived at her house,i could barely breathe. I was still hoping that this was some kind of joke but my dream wasn't coming through as I arrived at the apartment. The lady walked up to me,gave me a hug and introduced me to her husband. I summoned courage to appear unshaken but my heart was racing in my chest. She told me to proceed upstairs and undress while she poured me a drink. When she arrived with her husband, she undressed and helped undress me. Her husband sat there and watched,i couldn't get an erection no matter how hard I tried. She was a beautiful woman and i've sometimes thought about this moment with her but I couldn't stop the crazy thoughts popping into my head as I tried having sex with her......some of the thoughts I had were "what if he hits my head with something and cuts off my little man?" "what if this was a set up and I was going to be sued?" 

To cut the long story short,i had sex with this woman with her husband present. It didn't turn out bad like I feared but mehn.....it's not a risk i'm ever willing to take again. Her husband shook my hand when we were done and said thank you for screwing my wife. (lol,those were not his exact words)"

My First Sex Offer

 Dear You,
Today's story made me smile a lot and i hope it has the same effect on you. Soon, you will be able to put a face to the writers of these beautiful stories but till then, keep reading our stories and leave your comments. We look forward to sharing your Dirty Little Secrets. Please enjoy..........

"I almost couldn't believe this when it happened to me, I now know that life is more than how I see it. Some people can be so extreme in their approach which even makes their proposal 'yuckier' than it already is. Oya let me skip the intro and go straight to the story because I can already hear your thoughts "ehn ,what exactly happened?" lol.
Now, if you know me to some extent, you'd know I schooled in the Republic of Benin, Cotonou precisely. Cotonou is known for their very cheap stuff, even I get clothes as cheap as 100 naira (shh, tell no one). My mom knew this and decided to come and take advantage of that quality so she came on that fateful day.
I was being lectured when I got her call so I had to excuse myself from the class to receive her call. I called my bestfriend to go meet her since she wasn't having any class at the time and would probably get there before me as I didn't want to delay my mom because she was going to leave as soon as she was done shopping. I left school for the market. On getting there, she was done buying because she had a customer and I was like "ahn ahn sharp sharp", so she concluded her deals and left.

Bestie was pregnant at the time and had been craving some very funny things. She said she wanted peppersoup that morning, I mean, who sells or eats peppersoup in the morning. I was free at the time because my next class was by 3 and it was about 11 then so I said no wahala, let's peppersoup hunt. We first went somewhere to share a plate of eba (I like food but bestie eats as if her life depended on it and it got worse when she was pregnant). When we were eating, one guy approached us, he was one of the guys that sold to my mom so we were cool.  Bestie asked if he knew anywhere we could get peppersoup from and he said he would take us there. She said "no, if you can't describe it, then leave" (I'm very mean but she's meaner). We finished our food then left to continue our hunt but this guy didn't leave us alone, he kept following us. He said he would take us there and even pay, we said "we don't need you to pay, (too much money *pops collar*) we can pay for ourselves, you can go back now because you've been far too kind".
This guy remained unflinched as if we weren't saying anything at all. He persisted,so she gave up and said "okay, you can take us there but we don't need you to pay", she turned to me and asked "abi?" I said "yes, he should take us there". So we took bikes and off we went. Lest I forget, Besti's pregnancy wasn't obvious at the time. We got there and he paid the bikes (the place was far ehn). We entered the almost-empty place and sat, he spoke igbo language to the attendant in a way that made us believe he was asking for the peppersoup so we remained calm and glanced at each other regularly, I mean Besti and I.
After a while, we realized he didn't even ask the attendant for anything, they was probably just exchanged pleasantries. We decided to ask the attendant ourselves, and we were told that there was no peppersoup as expected because it's hard to find that in the morning. This guy whose number i later saved as 'dumb dude'bought us a drink but kept a straight face all through, no smiles at all, not even a fake one. We all started talking and all, he kept a straight face still. I was sitting across him while Besti was sitting by the right side of the table so she was by my side. He told us how he liked both of us especially me.
All of a sudden, I just felt his hand under the table putting something into my hand, it was money. I quickly brought it up to the top of the table for the whole world to see,i asked him "what's this for?", he then said "I want you girls to make me happy", I and my friend exchanged glances, it was 40 thousand cfa equivalent to errr say 13 thousand naira at the time. I did the talking again and asked "how do you want us to make you happy?", he replied "you know how to make a man happy". Being a very straightforward person, I asked "you want us to sleep with you?", he said "I didn't say that but I'm sure you know how to make a man happy". I thought for some seconds and said "you want us to sleep with each other while you watch?". I couldn't possibly think of any other way two girls can make a strange guy happy without sex especially when he already paid upfront for whatever it is that would make him happy. He replied "God forbid!", I said "I'm wondering how, so I thought you might want a lesbian thingy. Tell us how you want us to make you happy?"

Besti finally finished with whatever she was thinking and without letting the dumb dude tell us what he really meant, she blurted out "what kind of rubbish is that? We don't sleep with people for money" He responded immediately "So? Other girls do it all the time, what's there? If you people think the money is too small, I can add to it." I thought to myself "this guy is really serious" so I smiled and said "sorry, you're talking to the wrong people, we don't do stuffs like this." I gave him his money but he refused, in my mind I was already thinking about how many clothes and shoes I can buy with twenty thousand cfa just in case he generously leaves his money.
Besti said "we don't want", he replied "you girls need someone to take care of you", I said "we don't need you to do that, we're fine already." I gave him the money and this time he collected it, my guy didn't waste time at all, guess he's not so dumb when it comes to money as an igbo guy that he is (no offense oo igbo people but you know it's the truth).
While all this went on, my friend and I shared another plate of foofoo (no time) in place of the peppersoup we couldn't get. He paid the bills (reluctantly though) in a way that showed he felt cheated because apparently he wasted his money but we exchanged numbers which is why I could save his number as 'dumb dude'. We got on bike and left the place but a part of me still wish he didn't take back the money,didn't tell that side of the story always you know *wink. This happened in the month of December, 2013 and I have had many more experiences after this but this was the first direct and major one I had.

Story by ...... Anuoluwapo O.

Dumped, Afraid But Alive And Grateful (Cont'd)

Hallo,
Still in the spirit of independence, I salute you all and wish you a Happy 55th Independence . I'm proudly Nigerian ........"We Are Nigeria " (saying that with a big smile on my pretty face).
I hope you enjoyed reading our last story and to "you" our amazing readers who have been patiently awaiting the conclusion of our last post,here it is.......
"Of course like every other father who finds himself in this situation, the bride's father was demoralised and speechless,he had no response to the woman at the other end of the line,all he could do was take a seat and stare into the nothingness that appeared in front of him and he didn't even realise he had been numb until his wife asked what the matter was.........hmmm (I sigh).The lady's mother as you can expect was dramatic and wailing in no time and right there and then,the lady in question walked in. Her father tried to comport himself,sit her down and relay the phone call to her but the mother made it almost impossible has she was screaming it all out at the top of her voice. The lady could not understand what was going on or was it that she didn't want to believe it? She gave her parents the little explanation she could come up with which was that everything they had been told via the phone call was a terrible lie.
The lady took the next available flight to Port-Harcourt to be sure that the call was not some kind of mistake has the groom had already stopped taking her calls at the time. When she got to PH,she confronted the man's parents about the call and demanded for an explanation. She got more than just a shock of her life when her supposed mother in-law told her to her face that whatever she heard was the truth and that their son should confirm that they were not telling lies. At this point,he walked into the living room where they were all seated and he said directly to the lady "You are a fool. How could you have thought that I really wanted to marry you? Do you really think I love you?". He affirmed that what his mother told her father over the phone was what he had told his parents since he introduced her to them and that she meant nothing more than that (his gate pass to Canada) to him.
This lady in tears began to explain to the only person who was willing to listen (his father) that she had no business arrangements with their son and that in sincerity, she told him about relocating to Canada after their wedding as an option because she has an uncle in Canada (a Canadian citizen) who sends his siblings an invitation to visit him in Canada usually as his wedding gift to the newly weds and as a way to welcome the spouse into their family. 
Anyway, she returned to Lagos and moved on with her life but do you really think she will let herself love or trust again? How can a man or any human at that be this mean and callous? 
Her father had to send messages to invited guest informing them that the wedding had been postponed until further notice and had to go through the humiliation of going to the venue on the supposed wedding day to apologise to the people that still came because they did not get the information. 
What do you think this young man (the user) deserves?