Ms Animus Episode 7 by @Tomilola_coco #OctoberSpecial #MsAnimus

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It was really hard to hear your mother called a bitch by a limping-sicko and not be able to do anything about it. Your late mother who had fought with your late father to make things right in the country, someone who had been influential across Africa.

Chima glanced at her. She was visibly quiet, lost in deep thought, her eyes roaming the free road.

“What’s wrong?” He asked but she didn’t respond. “I don’t read minds so I won’t know if you don’t tell.”

“I hate that Dynamite is walking around free.” she finally muttered after a long time of keeping silent, “And that Owambe man is parading him around in public as if he didn’t murder one of the greatest women in this country.”

She looked at Chima, “How can he be so insensitive? So cruel and unfeeling?”

“I know how you feel”

“I am not sure anyone does, except someone who has probably felt it before… cos it hurts so freaking bad…”

Chima placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently, “Don’t worry, you will be fine.”

“I’m not sure about that, Chima. This country is not bothered about what my parents did for them and the only way they could have made their family at peace, they ruined it.” She sighed, her heart was so heavy she wondered how her body could carry it. “I wish I could do something about it.”

“There is nothing you can do about it, Tiwa. Just let it go and stop hanging on to the past. Stop chasing shadows.”

No. She refused to listen to him. She was going to hang on to the past and she was not going to stop chasing shadows.

She was going to revenge her mother’s death one way or the other.


“Thanks for coming out. Goodnight”

She smiled at him, feeling a little hazy from the alcohol she had downed in large quantities earlier that night. She stood at her door and watched his retreating figure and eventually, his Range driving out of her house.

Then as soon as he was gone, she sent a quick message to Dapo and asked him to come over.

His response came immediately she got a delivery report.



“I like that you didn’t question the reason I wanted you here tonight” She said as soon as he stepped into her house.

“I didn’t care the reason you wanted me here. I wanted to see you.”

He was serious, his eyes confirmed it.

She looked away shyly and smiled. His hands reached for her chin, his fingers gently stroking her lips, making her warm on the inside.

“I like it when you smile”

Then without warning him, she kissed him deeply.


Dapo might have spent a lot of years behind bars, but he knew when someone was trying to use him.

Tiwa had stripped down in seconds after kissing him and she’d seduced him in every way she knew how.

Thing was he was turned on, no switch could rival that.

But he knew better than make love to her even though he wanted so bad to do so.

She wanted something but he wasn’t giving in to her.

Monica had used this style on him once and he still wasn’t done paying for the complicated drama that followed.

“You don’t want me?” He could almost hear the hurt and disappointment in her voice and that drew a wedge in his heart but he couldn’t afford to succumb to her wiles.

He chuckled, “No man has ever wanted you the way I want you, Tiwa.” then he took her to bed, tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead.

“Goodnight” he whispered and turned off the light.


Breakfast was noodles and smoked chicken. She had put in all the greens and onions and he had to confess that it was delicious.

The woman was offering him all that delicious goodness beneath her oversized boyfriend shirt and then this delicious breakfast.

Of course she had something planned. But he had waited enough and now was the time to find out.

“So what do you want?” He asked as he swigged the bottle of water in front of him.

“Huh?” She was startled, clearly not expecting that.

He smirked, “You were not expecting me to figure you out abi?” but before she could answer, he continued, “With all due respect, Tiwa. I might want you but I’m not stupid.”

She nodded slowly, who was this guy?

“So what do you want”

She inhaled deeply, this was not going as she had planned but she was going to talk anyway. “Same thing I wanted before”

He laughed. He then stood, walked over to her side of the dining table in the kitchen and pulled  her up gently. He took his seat where she was sitting before and tapped his thighs for her to sit on it.

She obeyed dutifully, asking no questions and in reality not wanting to ask any.

His eyes found hers and held it while his hands found her naked round boobs under the shirt she was wearing. The boobs were big and firm, he realized as his hands effortlessly made their way through them.

His fingers expertly found her nipples which were taut and awake for him. She moaned in response to his firm but delicate touch.

He smirked, his eyes still holding hers. She could have smiled back, but she was lost in the pleasure that his fingers were offering to her.

He placed his thumbs on each nipples and slowly made a circular motion with them. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, trying to contain the pleasure but it escaped her mouth anyway.

“Stand up” he said huskily, his voice laden with so much passion even him didn’t recognize what he sounded like.

She obeyed like a servant would do his master.

“Sit. The counter” He said, referring to the kitchen counter covered with marble.

She sat on it and he parted her legs with his hands.

The taut nipples peeking through the shirt was a huge distraction to him and it hardened the burden in his pants but he was not tending to that now.

He removed the shirt she was wearing and stared at the chocolate freshness that was her boobs. His finger trailed the tiny space in between them down to her thighs and then his gaze still holding hers, he slid a finger into her.

She was wetter than a rainy day in August. And she was tighter than a keyhole which made his heart race and made him almost want to lose his mind.

He withdrew his finger and replaced it with two. She moaned his name, he smiled. He liked the way his name sounded on her lips.

Then he glided in and out of her, his other hand finding her boobs and teasing her taut nipples.

She was lost in the intense pleasure he was giving her, her hands gripped the counter, her legs curled around him and held him tight and her head was thrown back as she moaned more.

He let his tongue find her nipples, teasing each at a time and biting them gently.

He knew she liked it because her moans increased.

His thumb found her clit and her legs held him tighter.

He could feel it in her body and tense movement that she would climax any minute and that was when he stopped.

He smiled at her and marched out of the kitchen.

Tiwa heard the front door close some seconds after. She was perplexed, he took her on that mindblowing ride just to step out of the house?

It was a conscious effort and he was trying to pass a message across.

She sat on the kitchen counter for a long while, knowing deep down that she was not getting over the moment in a long time to come.



Content Writer|Screenwriter|Coke Addict|Feminist|Amala Activist|Future Hero. Twitter&Instagram @Tomilola_coco


  1. wars all dis naa tomi….dis episode is just full of dem peruzing each other…. we need, i mean *I* need the real content of this story..not the raw part that makes me horny…welldone anyways..good job!!

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