10 WAYS TO GET DATED ON FACEBOOK

In as much as Facebook is not a dating site, numerous people still manage to get a date on Facebook and go on to form a long-lasting relationship. Facebook is a huge social site with all manners of people and it is easy to get a great person to date from the website. Granted, people join Facebook for their own reasons which are varied, but if you joined Facebook willing to get a date, here are some few guidelines to ensure you get a date from someone on Facebook.

7 ways to make your story interesting.

Most people are getting into writing, not knowing that writing is an art that needs special skills just like any other art out there. Everybody can write, but not everybody can write a story worth reading.

So, how do you make a story worth reading?

Below is a list of things to consider if you wish your story to be read a very enjoyable story for people to read.

FIVE KEY FACTORS TO CONSIDER IF THE STORY IS WORTH FOLLOWING OR READING

With an upsurge of online writers for stories all over internet, it has come with several challenges among the readers and the major challenge is, “Which story should I read and which story is not worth reading?” Granted, every writer has the freedom to write whatever they wish to write, and you cannot stop or control that. However, readers must note that all writers have specific genres or a niche upon which they anchor their works of fiction e.g. sex, crime, thriller, social life, love, real life experiences, fantasy, religion, humanism, etc. A writer can even choose to mix a few of these niches in order to deliver the story perfectly. It is left upon the writers from there to pick what they love reading and ignore what they do not like reading as no writer can satisfy the needs of everyone in this world.

However, below is a list with points to consider when choosing which story to read to save a reader from an obvious confusion arising from seeing numerous writers online. As a reader, ask yourself the following questions…

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SEVENTEEN

“What was the deal all about?” I asked my husband once the visitors had left. Alicia had also left with the sacks that came with them, they all got loaded in her car.

“I was actually given those sacks in Nigeria. They were sealed with instruction not to open. So, I also don’t know what is in them but they keep telling me we can do business with them.” My husband told me.

“Aren’t you afraid they might be fishy deals? Be careful.” I told my husband.

“Ah, provided there is money, who cares.” He told me.

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THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SIXTEEN

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text; it was from my neighbor.

“Ken, we have to go home right away.” I told Ken who seemed surprised. But he did not question anything. I had told Mercy I would not be home up to around 9 pm.

We drove fast until we got close to my compound.

“Ken, I am packing my car a distance from home then I will tell you what to do.” I told Ken.

“Why not pack it at Karumaindo Garage? It is safer there.” Ken suggested. I heeded his suggestion.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: FIVETEEN

“I never used to think a time shall come when I shall admire a man younger than me.” I told Celestine.

“Then you have to accept it now.” Celestine told me.

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Time passed, days passed and weeks passed.

I continued to train Ken towards being a more presentable man at least to my peers. I even bought him 4 nice Italian suits to be wearing. Even though my husband never agreed to increase his salary, I opted to be paying him mid-month with my own money.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: FOURTEEN

I could see some ladies giggling there. Almost immediately, one of the restaurant patrons came and picked the pieces.

I could feel Ken was uncomfortable being there so I suggested we go to our room. We got inside and locked ourselves while Ken went and sat on the big king-sized bed.

“Is this where we shall be meeting?” Ken asked.

“Yes.” I told him.

There was a big flat screen TV which I switched on and flipped the channels until I got a channel with some music. There was also a large bathroom with transparent door.

“Ken, I want us to bathe together.” I suggested to him. He smiled and looked at me. I went to where he sat and slowly led him to stand up as I began to undress him. He followed my lead and we got undressed until we were both naked. His penis was still flaccid when we walked to the bathroom and began showering together.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTEEN

I did not want to over imagine as I walked slowly towards table room but Ken remained in the bedroom. The door was still locked. I switched on the lights, there was no sign of anyone in the house, which really puzzled me.

I looked at all door and they were still locked. I went to my bedroom door and motioned Ken to come out. He was already fully dressed. He tiptoed slowly and walked out as I locked the door behind him and went to sleep having made sure that every door was locked.

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THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: TWELVE

Beholding his erection made me feel sudden wave of desire sweep across my body but knowing the risk involved in trying anything at the moment, I knew I had to resist my urges.

“Ken, have a good day, will see you later.” I told him and turned to leave.

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“I nearly got caught by my son!” I told Celestine once we settled for our usual chit chats.

“Children are very observant you have to be careful. In fact, I would advise you not to try anything when the children are around.” Celestine told me.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: ELEVEN

I nearly chocked with food while holding m breath. I felt suddenly hot and I knew this has to be a bad dream.

“Let me tell you in your ears.” The little boy said and crossed to where their father was seated. He went to his daddy’s ears and whispered something. Immediately he did so, my husband looked straight into my eyes and I knew I was finished. But he did not say anything but told the boy, “All right, go and sit down.”

Ken hurriedly ate his food and left. I also pretended to help the house girl with her work of cleaning up when suddenly my husband told me to follow him to bedroom saying he had a word with me. I was tempted not to follow him.

I followed him silently.

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THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: TEN

“That was so stupid of you!” My husband told the little boy.

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The following morning we woke up and planned to go to work and return a bit early to relax together as my husband wanted us to discuss some business proposal he had gotten.

But at around 5 pm, my husband called.

“Oh! Dear, I will be home late. I have got caught up in some meeting and might not make it on time.” He told me. I headed straight home where I met Mercy preparing some supper. I offered to assist her but she told me she wanted to make it and I could gauge if she had made the supper to our taste. So instead I went to check on what Ken was doing. I found him feeding some calves but noticed his hand had some Elastoplast.

“What happened to you?” I asked pointing at his left hand.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: NINE

But Ken completely refused to be convinced until I had to go back. When I got to my bedroom my husband was still snoring. But it suddenly dawned on me what I was about to do and the rinks involved and it really made me so afraid I did not get to sleep immediately.

Sure enough, I risked being caught. I may have thought my husband was asleep, but what if he suddenly woke up?

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“You have to hire a permanent maid unlike Nekesa who only comes during day time.” My husband told me immediately I woke up.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: EIGHT

I did not know what to tell him or whether to feel offended.

“All right, not a must.” I told him and he breathed a sigh of relief. I however suddenly lost interest in sex but just lay there on the coach while we watched a movie together talking about various issues.

At almost midnight, Ken excused himself to go to sleep and since I was also feeling sleepy, I also immediately went to bed as soon as he left.

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THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SEVEN

We continued discussing men in general while doing our various works in our personal laptops. Suddenly, something came into my mind.

“Celestine, have you ever been caught perhaps? By your husband…” I asked her.

She looked at me for a while.

“You won’t believe me. I have never been caught. You have to be smart.” She told me.

“So, how often did you use to…you know….” I asked not sure the words to use.

“Oh! I still do it. He even at times comes to visit when my husband is not around, we do it and he goes. Or I do visit him when his wife is not around and we do it and go. It is not a big deal. Sometimes I lie to my husband that I have gone to the market only to go at his place, get some and go home.” Celestine revealed to me, much to my surprise.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SIX

Ken had the biggest penis I have ever seen in a man, he wanted to hide it but as soon as he realized how shocked I was to see his penis, he just let it point forward towards me while very much erect. It was so straight and had big veins.

I slowly crossed the short distance that separated me and Ken as we both got fully naked. I could see him naked since the security lights outside were bright enough to illuminate inside the house. He had such a fantastic body with hard muscles. I held him close to my body and he was hot too probably due to raw desire. I slowly took my hand and wrapped his penis and lo! It had the thickness of a big Buganda banana and it was so hard. I began to caress it as Ken continued to caress my breasts. He at least knew how to caress the breasts in as much as he was not a fan of kissing.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: FIVE

It did not take long to prepare my husband to leave as he was to leave very early to avoid being caught up in the traffic jam in the morning rush hour.

“Kiss me good bye.” I told my husband on his way out.

“Oh! I am in a hurry.” My husband told me as he stood on the door on his way out.

“All right, go well.” I told him.

He got outside, got into his car and rolled on his way towards the gate. Ken opened the gate for him and closed behind him.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: FOUR

When evening came I prepared some nice chapatis and beef stew. The anxiety in me was sky high as I anticipated for an evening of passion with my Shamba boy who seemed so promising. I even made sure to wear provocatively so that my curves would be so evident to try to see if I would win over Ken with physical appeal.

I was seated on the coach watching some nice bongo movies when I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THREE

In the evening, I cooked some nice fish and Ugali. I invited in Ken who came a bit earlier since he had planned his work well and finished early. My husband was still abroad so there was no chance I would get caught in case things got passionate.

I had cooked even some nice tea with tea masala.

So, we sat watching the movie not knowing how to let the cat out of the bag and let Ken know my desires.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA:TWO

That night I had an erotic dream such that when I woke up, I was completely wet and my entire body was pulsating with raw desire to have Ken in between my thighs making me feel ashamed of my own desires. I knew it was pure desire and nothing more even though it made me confused like I was falling in love once more like a teenage girl getting a crush with a handsome boy. The feeling made me feel like I was a teenage and aroused in me desires I had long thought were gone.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA:ONE

I had always admired Ken, our resident Shamba boy. The man had a way better physique compared to that of my husband who was plump, with a huge pot belly and layers of fat hanging from his body while weighing almost 100 kg. it was always tiresome having sex with him. But Ken was muscular due to working hard in our farm, he would easily lift a 90 kg sack of cow feed and carry it to the store with much ease. He always wore a vest when working which made his bulging muscles even more pronounced as he walked around. Though not being the dark type as he was a little light skinned, he had a great complexion. The problem with Ken is he was uneducated and would barely speak English.

The Romantic Office Saga: Part Three

“Please come to my office”, boss said and hang on.

I found my boss seated looking a bit relaxed with a bottle of mineral water. I pretended not to get surprised by the fact that she was wearing a red mini-skirt and a tight-fitting pink blouse that revealed a lot of cleavage.

“What am about to tell you or rather to ask you should not leave this office, treat it with the confidentiality that it deserves.” She said. “You can count on me madam”, I replied as a matter of fact.

The Romantic Office Saga: Part Two

After we finished bathing we headed straight to the bedroom. I swept Sally off her feet and carried her like few feet before laying her on the bed and rolling with her as we chuckled like little babies. We kissed hungrily as if we had really waited for this moment; deep quick French kisses as we caressed each other.

Her boobs were getting harder and harder every time I touched them. Her nipples were so erect like they can pierce someone. My johnnie was rock hard pointing forward. She caressed my abdomen all the way until she touched my hard johnnie and gasped as if surprised.

The Romantic Office Saga : Part one

I was used to working alone in the office, being an IT admin, mostly am buried in a computer doing one thing or another. My office is a lonely one, rarely do people come to it unless they are in problem with their computer or anything related.

So, one Friday evening, I remained in office past working hours to do my usual back up after everyone had left.

I heard a soft knock at the door and I casually said, “come in”, expecting our watchman or gate man to come and perhaps tell me something like, “I can see you are working late, when about to leave come and alert me am closing the gate to the premises”.

But to my surprise, it was not our watchman, but Sally our tea girl.