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Elina was the talk of the village youth group, not because she was the best singer or had the loudest “Hallelujah,” but ...
08/01/2025

Elina was the talk of the village youth group, not because she was the best singer or had the loudest “Hallelujah,” but because she was a prayer warrior by day and a walking temptation by night. Her Facebook bio proudly read: “Proverbs 31 Woman, but with extra sauce.”

One Sunday, Pastor Kumul preached about purity, and as if on cue, Elina posted, “One can be a strong Christian and also a very h***y, sexual, and sensual person. Don’t be ashamed of your horniness.” That post? Over 300 reactions and 50 shares. Even Deacon Wami liked it by accident, of course.

Kila, her secret admirer, tried his best to keep his “em tasol” energy in check. But when Elina gave him her trademark wink after choir practice, his spiritual armor cracked.

“Brother, temptation is real,” Kila confessed to his cousin.

“Real? Em stap lo status blo em,” his cousin replied with a smirk.

By Friday, Kila sent Elina a message: “Bible study this weekend?” She replied, “Sure, but bring buai na Pepsi. God created cravings, too.”

And so began their love story one filled with evening devotions that always ended with someone “falling into sin.” Their favorite Bible verse? “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

08/01/2025

“Me No Displa Meri”

Thomas had always been a dreamer—a man of bold words and a questionable budget. But even he knew he’d stepped into dangerous territory when Maria’s voice rang out at the market.

“Me no displa meri where you painim lo em!” she shouted, hands on her hips like she was about to call the entire village to witness.

The crowd turned, their bettlenut chewing slowing down to savor the drama. Thomas, standing awkwardly with a bilum full of kaukau, tried to play it cool.

“Maski, Maria. Mi tokim ol man tasol olsem yu wanpla meri blo strong yet gentle spirit,” he said, flashing his best grin.

Maria rolled her eyes so hard it looked like she was searching for patience in the clouds. “Strong spirit orait, but mi no wanpla meri blo yu! Maski blo spreadim fake news lo market!”

The crowd erupted in laughter. Auntie Rosa nudged her neighbor, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear: “Thomas olsem wanpla Facebook admin, always spreading ol tok nogut taim em stap nating.”

“Yu laikim olsem o nog*t?” Thomas fired back, trying to regain his footing.

Maria walked closer, her meri blouse swaying with the confidence of a woman who had zero time for nonsense. “Taim yu kisim proper job na noken tok lo K1 bettlenut, bai yu ken painim meri. But me? Me no displa meri where you painim lo em.”

Thomas swallowed hard. The crowd was having too much fun for him to retreat now. “Okay, Maria. Bai mi stop painim yu. But yu ken save olsem mi pinis lo tingting lo yu.”

Maria raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Tingting blo yu em liklik samting. Taim yu kisim K50 na kaikai lo plate, bai mi save yu pinis.”

The market roared with laughter as Maria turned and walked away, leaving Thomas in the middle of the crowd with nothing but his bilum and a crushed ego.

“Next time, Thomas,” Auntie Rosa said, patting him on the back, “maski blo painim meri lo strong tok. Bai yu save lo strong wok!”

A Sarcastic PNG Love Story: “The K1 Bettlenut Affair”It all started with a K1 bettlenut. Not the kind of grand romantic ...
08/01/2025

A Sarcastic PNG Love Story: “The K1 Bettlenut Affair”

It all started with a K1 bettlenut. Not the kind of grand romantic gesture you read about in novels, but hey, in PNG, true love often starts with small acts of generosity—or desperation, depending on who’s telling the story.

He sat under the mango tree at the market, his eyes scanning the crowd like a security guard on payday. She strolled past, her meri blouse catching the breeze like she was the queen of Hanuabada. Their eyes met, and he knew he had to act fast.

“Oi, sister, yu laik kaikai buai?” he asked, holding up the last piece of his K1 bettlenut, already half-chewed but still full of promise.

She paused, her face a mix of shock and amusement. “Wai, yu think mi no g*t K1 lo mi yet?” she fired back, flipping her bilum over her shoulder like a boss.

But instead of walking away, she sat down next to him. “Maski, givim kam na bai mi bungim brus long haus blo mi,” she teased.

He laughed, nervously. Sharing a bettlenut was one thing; making it a proper session with lime and mustard was practically a proposal.

They chewed in silence for a moment, spitting in perfect unison into the same patch of dirt. Romance, PNG-style.

“Yu stap lo market long wanem, ah?” she finally asked.

“Mi stap luksave lo wanem samting mi no ken afford,” he said with a dramatic sigh, motioning to the meri blouses on display.

She chuckled, clearly unimpressed. “Bai yu noken luksave lo mi tu o?”

And that was it. In one swift, sarcastic exchange, their K1 bettlenut moment became the foundation of something almost romantic—if you squinted hard enough.

Later, as they parted ways, she tossed him her phone number on a crumpled paper, written in blue biro. “Noken text tumas,” she warned. “Mi no laik lo boys lo ‘good morning’ messages olsem wanpla DSTV subscription.”

True love? Maybe. But one thing was certain: no one else in the market got more value out of a single K1 bettlenut that day.

MY SISTER'S Breast MILKMAKE ME F**K HER Episodes 1"Ok but how could I help you out with this?""Well how do I tell you I ...
07/01/2025

MY SISTER'S Breast MILKMAKE ME F**K HER

Episodes 1

"Ok but how could I help you out with this?"

"Well how do I tell you I feel so embarrassed what would you think? Hmm... you know if you could are drink some milk from my breast, my pain could ease a little"she says

And with that she bent her head down covered her face and started sobbing.

I was stunned to hear those words from my Sister's mouth.

"it's ok Sister, there is nothing to be ashamed about. It is the situation which leaves you with no other option and I would do whatever it takes to help ease your agony"

I softly touched her cheeks and made her feel comfortable.

Sister removed her blouse and kept it aside on the bed. She just moved the Bra aside from her breasts and revealed her lovely melons which looked swollen. I was on my knees watching in anticipation and excitement, dazzled by the beauty of her b***s. She then looked at me and said, thank you. I did not need another invitation.

My hands gripped my Sister's leg as I took my lips towards that beautiful ni**le of her left breast and took the ni**le in my mouth and began sucking.

I heard a gasp from my Sister and understood how relaxed she would have felt.

I was so deeply engrossed in her b***s that I had almost buried my face in her b**b. And her breast was so big that it almost covered my whole face!

I started sucking her ni**les softly with my lips and sweet warm milk with a mixed taste of honey and vanilla started to flow out into my mouth.

After a few minutes, I felt the milk reduce and slowly there was no milk left in the breast but I still kept on sucking and also licking her ar**la.

She was thoroughly enjoying as I could clearly hear soft moans. I heard Sister's voice calling my name so I looked up at her smiling face. I noticed that she had opened her hair which was fallen down till her b***s. Her face glowed and she looked so sexy that I felt like kissing her but I had to control my emotions.

"Thanks a lot John, that really decreased my pain a lot and I hope you are not done yet as there is one more breast left"

I nodded my head in agreement but said "Sister my knees are paining a lot kneeling like this from the past 10 minutes or so. Is there any other position in which I could suck your breasts?"

"Oh dear! Why did not you tell this before? Ok I will lie on the bed and you would be comfortable"she said

I nodded in affirmative and she lied down. I also came on the bed and went over her rights. She removed her blouse completely and became topless and even tucked out her Bra and took it off completely and lay on her back beside me. Then without wasting more time I went for her breast.

I wrapped my right hand just below her left b**b and my left hand rested near her neck. I crashed my mouth on her right ni**le and began sucking vanilla flavored milk. She sighed and I understood that she was enjoying it.

I kept on sucking while I slowly brought my hand to feel the underside of her left breast and moved it upwards till I felt her ar**la. I reached her ni**le and slowly started circling it and found it quite erect.

I continued my groping and Sister's breathing became heavy. Sister's hands which were gripping the bed sheet in pleasure suddenly landed on my head and she started to press my head into her b**b. This continued for about 5 mins and by that time I was almost on top of Sister's body like 'man on top position'.

I switched b***s and started licking her left b**b again while my left hand now played with her right breast aa I took my right hand to feel her big ass.

As she was lying on her back, I couldn't feel her ass and when she noticed my hand there, she lifted her ass a bit and I put my hand under her ass and began fondling it. As I did this, suddenly she started moaning heavily pressing me more on her breast and roaming her hand on my back.

And after a while she relaxed, maybe from an or**sm. After about 5 more mins, I also felt tired and lay beside her.

I finally broke the silence and asked her "How are you feeling now Sister?"

"Much better" was the only thing she replied, her eyes still closed.

She got up to wear her blouse and came back and kissed my cheek and said thank you and lied down.

I asked her whether I could keep my hand on her belly to which she just uttered an 'hmmm and then I put my right hand around Sister's belly and began feeling it slowly. Then I took my hand towards her ass and pressed it softly.

The next morning, I straight away went in the kitchen and hugged her from behind.

I noticed Sister was looking so fresh, young and beautiful that I my dick started stirring by looking at her.
After having lunch we started our usual chats in her room and finally Sister took the baby on her lap to feed him. She took out her b**b and started feeding the baby.

Sister said "Actually I called the doctor in the morning and she advised me about the breast pump and I realised if I had known it earlier I wouldn't have given you the trouble last night."

To be continued... 🥰🫶

Don’t rush to open her legs—open her heart first. If there’s no value there, you just saved yourself from an expensive m...
25/12/2024

Don’t rush to open her legs—open her heart first. If there’s no value there, you just saved yourself from an expensive mistake with no refund policy.
Stay wise!

My look? Flawless. Your manners? Fatherless.
12/12/2024

My look? Flawless. Your manners? Fatherless.

I’m the standard; your lack of manners is the scandal.
12/12/2024

I’m the standard; your lack of manners is the scandal.

Not my fault your dad missed the memo on raising a king.
12/12/2024

Not my fault your dad missed the memo on raising a king.

Don’t hate the glow, hate the parenting that didn’t prep you for it.
12/12/2024

Don’t hate the glow, hate the parenting that didn’t prep you for it.

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