​BITTER LOVE (PART 12)

Prof. Harry: “This girl has finally succeeded in ruining our family name. How on earth did she think to do something like this?” he barked. “Woman get up right away and get me my phone. You and your daughter will have to pay for this in a very bitter way”
Obiageli: “Please forgive her, she was only being childish. You know she has never being in love before and we never really told her we had agreed to her marrying the widower. Please ehn?”
Prof. Harry: “How on earth could she go on her knees and propose to a man to the public’s scrutiny? How could she do something so cheap despite how beautiful and intelligent she is? To make the matters worse, the man didn’t seem to have agreed right away. Oh my God!” he slumped down on the longest settee and clasped his head in his hands.
Obiageli: “Please take it easy my dear. If only we know where she must have gone to…”
Prof. Harry: “Where else if not the man whose name I don’t even know’s place? And I promise you, I will deal with the two of them. I swear I will make him suffer for making my daughter into this shameless adult she just became ever since he showed up in her life. My own daughter begging a man to marry her? What a pathetic and miserable girl” he stood and started pacing around furiously. A thought occurred to him and he smiled mischievously. “Where is the phone I asked you to bring for me? There is nothing you know how to do right in your life, how could you have been able to bring her up properly?” he berated his wife who stood immediately to do as she was bid. As soon as the phone was handed to him, he called the police station.
“Someone is holding my daughter against her will at his house, please can you help us look into him? He works at Accent Nigeria but I doubt he stays along that side, he must stay somewhere around mainland. Yes! I will get back to you when I have confirmed his name and address. Thank you very much” he said and hung up the phone.
Obiageli: “Who did you call?”
Prof. Harry: “Isn’t that obvious enough? Police, I called the police” he replied impatiently.
Obiageli: “But it has not gotten up to that. Why lie against an innocent man when is your daughter causing all the trouble?”
Prof. Harry: “I can do whatsoever I want. He is tampering with my daughter’s honour, why will I let him go scot-free? Please don’t even bother saying anything any further. You hardly make any sense”
Obiageli: “Hmmmmmm!” She sighed sadly and kept mum even though she had a thousand things to say back to him.
Ophelia: “Well, there is nothing you can do about it little boy. Just concentrate on being a good step son to me so I can be nice to you. As you know, I am very good at using the cane”
Sammy: “I will tell my dad if you touch me or Annie. You cannot be our mum no matter what” he said and ran out angrily.
Ophelia: “Spoilt little brat! I will deal…” she was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She reached out and picked it. She was surprised to know that it was one of Richard’s colleagues known as Kenny who was on call with her.” What can I do for you Kenny? Hope there is no problem at all?”
Kenny: “There is a problem. A very big problem at that. It’s Richard” she said breathlessly into the receiver.
Ophelia: “Tell me what happened already” she yelled.
Kenny: “He just got arrested by some police men”
Ophelia: “Arrested? Why? What did he do?”
Kenny: “I don’t know really. They did not tell us”
Ophelia: “Okay which police station?”
Kenny: “Lekki Phase1 police station” she said and hung up the phone.
She picked Rebecca’s car key from where it was kept in her drawer and hastily drove out of the compound. The traffic she met on the road was killing that it took her an hour to reach Lekki from Mainland. On getting to the police station, she met her parents at the front desk apparently waiting for her. She ignored them and went straight to the front desk officer who was lustfully staring at her.
Ophelia: “Officer please I came to see the man who was brought in some time ago”
Officer: “What’s his name?” he asked smiling sheepishly.
Ophelia: “His name is Richard Rotimi”
Prof. Harry who had been sitting waiting to see if she will acknowledge him lost his patience at last.
Prof. Harry: “Ophelia follow me now! We are going home” he barked. “I told you officer, he was holding my daughter under duress. Please help me deal with him very well, not even his parents should know his whereabouts” he said and drew his daughter forcefully out of the station.
Ophelia: “Dad did you order Richard’s arrest?” she said as soon as they stepped inside the house but he ignored her. ”Dad…I asked if that was your doing?” she asked again jumping in front of him.
Prof. Harry: “You cheap thing!” she fumed, raised his hand and landed a very dirty slap to her cheek. “You even have the guts to ask me questions uhn? After disgracing yourself with that filthy thing in prison?”
Ophelia: “What disgrace?” she asked holding her cheek as she fought to make her blurred sight clearer. She was oblivious of the fact that her parents had seen the video of her proposition to Richard.
Prof. Harry: “How could you propose to a man? How crazy were you? And then had the guts to run away from home?”
Ophelia: “I did what I did because I cared about him, a feeling which is alien to you and that is why you will never understand.  If given the chance, I will go on my knees over and over again for him in the presence of the whole world because I care more about what I want than the opinion of the world. You are and your reputation can go to blazes for all I care”
Prof. Harry: “Obiageli… get your daughter out of my sight before I do something we will all regret later. That boy is going to rot in prison, yes he will and I will see to that” he said and walked furiously out on them.
Obiageli: “Go and beg him now. If you know you really care about that boy like you claim, go and beg him now”
Ophelia: “I will not! I will never beg the son of a bitch over anything again, I will do everything my own way from now on”
Prof. Harry: What did you just call me?
Obiageli: Papa Ophelia, take am easy biko, You know your daughter is not in her right senses now. “But Ophelia, how about the boy? Do you want him to die in prison?”
Ophelia: “I will bail him out. I will go back to the police station now” she said fidgeting with the car keys that were still in her hand. “But the car is in the police station, shit! Oh Richie!” she said and began to cry. “He might lose his job cos of this, what do I do mum?”
Obiageli: “Go and beg your dad, besides you have been grounded. You cannot step out of this house till further notice”
Ophelia: “What? Who does such a thing to his grownup daughter? I will be 29 years in few months’ time remember? Mum I am really not liking this. I need to do something fast, his children are all alone in the house with no one to take care of them, if not to the police station, please allow me to go back to the house. Please mum” she pleaded tearfully.
Obiageli: “Go and tell your dad that. I have nothing else to say to you. I really don’t” she said and left her in the sitting room.
She paced restlessly around, thinking of what her next step should be. He thought of Richard in prison and Sammy who would be waiting for him all night long. She started to cry. Ophelia seems having good feelings for the kids.
Sammy kept checking time over and over again. It was past nine and his dad was not back yet. Annie kept crying and crying while he kept trying to stop her to no avail. The baby was hungry and he did not know how to mix her food, Ngozi was the one doing it before but she was no longer there. He sang Rihanna’s ‘Work’ to her but she wailed even louder and he too started to cry.
Sammy: “Dad where are you now? Why on earth do you have to stay so late? Mum…” the words choked in his throat as he said mum. Annie reduced her crying a little on seeing that he was crying too. “Baby… you are hungry right? What should I do? My hand cannot even reach where they kept your food, even I am hungry” he said in between tears. He checked the time again and realised it was past 10 and decided to walk outside a bit to wait for their dad.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw an okada man with a passenger approaching them slowly, he thought for a while that it was his dad at the passenger seat until they went closer, snatched Annie from him and zoomed off. He stood dumfounded for a minute and started running after them when realization of what happened had dawned on him.
…WATCH OUT FOR PART 13

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The Innocent Betrayal (A Romance Short Story)

How much can you trust someone, especially if that person is your best friend? Or can trust be relative? Depending on the matter at hand? If there is trust between two friends, that means there is respect between these two friends, right? That means in dealings that concern either of the parties, whether it be anything or another person related to either of the two, there would be a level of respect. But sometimes our emotions come into play and destroy all the respect that existed between us and people we have relationships with.

My case is a peculiar one and I would like for you to read to the end before you make any judgments. I’m a very reserved person, but while I bask in my own world, my aura always manages to attract people to me. I can say I have never picked a friend; the reverse is always the case. As for females, I have not had a lot of girlfriends, but the few I have had, I never had to fight for. My name is Robert and I have just betrayed my best friend, Mike.

Mike was the opposite of me in character, but we were physically alike. We had the same dark complexion; kept the same style of afro hair cut; were both over 6 feet in height; but I was a couple of inches taller. As a duo, Mike was the mouth piece, because I never talked much. It has always been a thing with me to have friends that liked to talk so that I would not have to do a lot of talking. I really don’t like talking; I’d rather listen to conversations even if they lasted for hours. Most of the people that were close to me understood that and didn’t bother me. I only spoke when I had to or when I had a little too much to drink.

Jane made us a trio. She was Mike’s girlfriend, and had been for three years running now. The three of us graduated from the same University about four years ago. Mike and I had been friends with Jane a couple of years before he asked her out, so she was also my friend. I always saw her as a kid sister. During our final semester at the university, I was shocked when Mike told me of his intentions to ask her out, but I respected his opinion and didn’t question his actions. It just surprised me because Mike had no problem with girls on campus, so why would he want Jane. I guess he had been nurturing the love for a long time, and just felt it was time to let her know.

They started dating and it did not change anything in our relationship, but I have to say I had the best times when we were just friends. We would hang out after classes and share our secrets, just between the three of us. Jane would tell us about the boys in school that were actually stalking her, and we would be like, wow! I should not forget to say that Jane was a beauty. A queen of simplicity, but the beauty could not be hidden. If you didn’t know her, you would be scared to even approach her. She had this ever glowing chocolate complexion that shun in the sun, about 5ft7 inches of a coke bottle shape that couldn’t be hidden, regardless of what she wore. She had a smile that would disarm any man, and yet she seemed so ordinary to me. Her hair was always cut short, “Halle Berry” style. I remember days that mike would be away, and I would have to hang out with her alone. I would notice a lot of eyes on us. I can say I got more than half the females I got on campus because they had at one time or the other seen me with her. I guess girls always want what they feel other girls want.

After Mike and Jane started dating, we’d still hang out together, but sometimes I would excuse myself and that always pissed Jane off. Then after we graduated, Mike got a job almost immediately, and moved out his parent’s house. And after a while of my searching and not getting a job, Mike asked me to come over and stay with him. He explained that if I hung out with him and his friends that had good jobs, one way or the other I would be linked up. And it was like school again when I moved into his apartment. My name is Robert and I have just betrayed my best friend, Mike.

Mike was the opposite of me in character, but we were physically alike. We had the same dark complexion; kept the same style of afro hair cut; were both over 6 feet in height; but I was a couple of inches taller. As a duo, Mike was the mouth piece, because I never talked much. It has always been a thing with me to have friends that liked to talk so that I would not have to do a lot of talking. I really don’t like talking; I’d rather listen to conversations even if they lasted for hours. Most of the people that were close to me understood that and didn’t bother me. I only spoke when I had to or when I had a little too much to drink.

Jane made us a trio. She was Mike’s girlfriend, and had been for three years running now. The three of us graduated from the same University about four years ago. Mike and I had been friends with Jane a couple of years before he asked her out, so she was also my friend. I always saw her as a kid sister. During our final semester at the university, I was shocked when Mike told me of his intentions to ask her out, but I respected his opinion and didn’t question his actions. It just surprised me because Mike had no problem with girls on campus, so why would he want Jane. I guess he had been nurturing the love for a long time, and just felt it was time to let her know.

They started dating and it did not change anything in our relationship, but I have to say I had the best times when we were just friends. We would hang out after classes and share our secrets, just between the three of us. Jane would tell us about the boys in school that were actually stalking her, and we would be like, wow! I should not forget to say that Jane was a beauty. A queen of simplicity, but the beauty could not be hidden. If you didn’t know her, you would be scared to even approach her. She had this ever glowing chocolate complexion that shun in the sun, about 5ft7 inches of a coke bottle shape that couldn’t be hidden, regardless of what she wore. She had a smile that would disarm any man, and yet she seemed so ordinary to me. Her hair was always cut short, “Halle Berry” style. I remember days that mike would be away, and I would have to hang out with her alone. I would notice a lot of eyes on us. I can say I got more than half the females I got on campus because they had at one time or the other seen me with her. I guess girls always want what they feel other girls want.

After Mike and Jane started dating, we’d still hang out together, but sometimes I would excuse myself and that always pissed Jane off. Then after we graduated, Mike got a job almost immediately, and moved out his parent’s house. And after a while of my searching and not getting a job, Mike asked me to come over and stay with him. He explained that if I hung out with him and his friends that had good jobs, one way or the other I would be linked up. And it was like school again when I moved into his apartment. He was working with a bank and was hardly home. After about six months, I got tired of the job hunt and decided to start a business of my own. I found out that most of the house-hold commodities that were sold in stores were being brought in from Asia, and I got this connect in china that I bought goods from and they were delivered to my doorstep. I found out that there was a killing in profits to be made. I started making up to 200% profit, and more on a lot of the gadgets that I shipped in.

Jane was a customer care person with a telecommunication company and she worked shifts, and some days were off days for her. She spent most of her off days with us at the house, although Mike was always barely around. Mike’s apartment had two bed-rooms, and a living room. He stayed in the master bedroom, and I had the other room to myself. The three of us still went clubbing on weekends, and some times, I would get a girl to tag along with me. Mike was a heavy drinker and a heavy sleeper too. Sometimes after our clubbing escapades, Jane would come over and ask if she could sleep in my bed. I would assume she probably had a bad time with Mike in bed or something and wanted to sleep elsewhere, and I had no problem with that. She would just sleep at one end and I would be on the other end.

Sometimes we would both accidentally roll over to the middle in the course of sleeping, but I never felt any form of sexual attraction or was never uncomfortable. Sometimes, not necessarily club nights, I would wake up in the middle of the night and she would be fast asleep on my bed, then when I would wake in the morning, she would be gone, almost like I had dreamt it. Jane’s mom had died when she was in high school, and her dad had been separated from her mom before the death, so she lived with her grandmother, and that gave her a lot of freedom to do what she wanted. She spent at least four nights a week at our place, but she never moved any of her belonging into the house. I respected her for that.

Apart from weekends that the three of us spent together, it was virtually me and Jane on week days. When Mike got back from work during the week, around 10pm, she would already be asleep, and he never bothered waking her. I was a bad cook, so Mike did all the cooking. Then Jane found out, and she made me watch her and stay by her side every time she was in our kitchen preparing food. When we ran out of salt, or sugar or something, we would walk down to the store, just the two of us.

As time went by, I started feeling awkward about the whole situation. Sometimes we would be on the couch, Jane and I, watching a movie and she would fall asleep with her head on my shoulder. Or she would be walking around the house with just shorts and a t-shirt on, with no bra underneath. She was not even asking if she could sleep in my bed any longer, she would just jump in the bed and cover herself with the sheets. I could no longer handle the temptation and I was seriously thinking of getting my own apartment. When i discussed the idea with the both of them, this was how the conversation went:

Me- “So I saw this nice place in town I want to get.”

Mike- “What? You want to get a ware-house for your goods or something? Hmm! That’s a nice idea.”

Me- “No. I want to move out, get my own place, you know?”

Jane- “Why would you want to do that?”

Mike- “Yeah. Why would you want to do that? Who would watch over Jane while I am away?”

Jane- “Not just that, I don’t think you need that for now. You can save the money staying here, and use it for something profitable, like investments. Besides, Mike is never home, you would make up for the huge sum he is paying for this place?”

Mike- “That’s a point”

Jane- “And do you want me to go crazy staying here all alone waiting for Mike to get back from work?”

That’s the point the both of them didn’t understand, I was spending too much time with my best friend’s girlfriend. I didn’t trust myself anymore. Or maybe I was acting paranoid, because they both sounded so plain and innocent about the whole issue.

Mike- “Oh! I get it, there is a girl?”

Me- “No”.

Jane- “Yes! I knew it. It’s a girl, right? No wonder you’ve been acting so weird lately.”

Me- “It’s not about a girl.”

Mike- “There is nothing to be ashamed of. And there is plenty of space around while I’m away. I wouldn’t get in the way.”

Me- “It’s…You know what? Let’s just go out and get some drinks.”

We ended up at our regular bar, talking about music, politics, the weather, but nobody brought up the issue again. I knew they were scared to lose me, having been so used to having me around in their lives for so long. But sometimes, a man has got to do what he has got to do. I made up my mind to let it rest for a while, but planned eventually moving out before the end of the year. As for Jane, I didn’t know if she was naive about the whole situation. I didn’t know if she was flirting with me on-purpose or she was not aware of the impact of all what she was doing on me.

Then that day came; the day I would never forget. Jane was on the night shift that week and she usually stayed at our place on weeks like that because it was closer to her office. This particular day, I came home around 3p.m in the afternoon and found her in the living room watching cartoons. I greeted her casually and went straight to my room. She shouted out that she had made spaghetti. I had some accounting to do, so I sat at my table with my pen and pad. A couple of minutes later, she came into the room. Now, I have told you that Jane was beautiful, but I didn’t tell you about her body. She was like a “Salma Hayek”, or an “Eva Mendez”. She had the body of a Greek Goddess, period. Of course i was never tempted before, or never seem to notice this until recently. You know, sometimes you know someone for so long you start to see the inner person, and not the person outwardly. It’s not until someone says “look at the huge tits on that girl” that you actually notice. Or in my case, you are forced to spend so much private time with the person.

She entered the room and started massaging my shoulders really fast. The conversation went thus…

Jane- “I’m so bored, let’s go out some place”. She said and I didn’t reply. Then she starts massaging my shoulder slower and slower. It felt so good that I felt bad.

Me- “Stop.”

Jane- “What?” She said, like she was not aware of what she was doing

Jane- “Oh! Sorry, I am so restless.” She said and went to lie down on the bed with her face to the ceiling. I took one look at her and it sent shivers down my spine. I could see a great proportion of her breasts, and the outline of the other parts of her body was very clear. My mind started wondering.

I should have gotten out then. I wanted to get up and leave, but I thought if I buried myself in my work, that that would fight the feeling. She lay there silent for a while then she stared making moaning sounds like she was tired or too bored or something. She kept the sound going for a couple of seconds, which felt like minutes. Then she finally got up and was leaving the room. I still don’t understand how it happened, I just saw myself reaching out for her as she got to the door. I pulled her to me and started kissing her, surprisingly, she kissed me back passionately. She kissed me like she had been longing for it.

I heard from someone that when two people are genuinely attracted to each other, they are no longer in control of their actions. We made love passionately, but in a rough way. I could not believe I was doing this to my best friend’s girlfriend and it felt so good. I didn’t even feel any pint of guilt in me. As they say, sex is the most powerful emotion. It can lead us to do unbelievable things without thinking.

I didn’t even know when Mike got into the room. I just saw him standing their watching us. I stopped. I was not really shocked, or scared of what he might do. I just wore my clothes and left the room. Jane didn’t get up; she just lay there, staring at the ceiling. No one talked for minutes. I was thinking I would hear Mike hitting Jane, but she emerged from the room with her clothes in her hand, not bothering to put them on. Mike came out and got a bottle of coke from the refrigerator. He sat in front of the TV, and started flipping through channels. I left the house a couple of minutes later, and have not gone back ever since.

I went back to stay with my parents, and a couple of weeks later, I moved into the apartment I had earlier wanted to get. Jane called me shortly after the incidence, asking me not to feel bad. She said it was all her fault and that I was the one she wanted from the beginning. She said she had agreed to go out with Mike when he asked her, just so that she would not loose me. She said she knew that if she refused him, then he would hate her, and that would destroy the friendship we had.

Women are so dangerously unpredictable. You can never really know what they have inside of them. And if they want something, they are ready to go all out for it.

So that is my story. Mike and I have not spoken since then. Jane and Mike broke up, obviously. Jane calls me daily, wanting for us to hook up. I can’t think of that, because I still have not gotten over what I did. And the funny thing is that it was the first time it was happening, but Mike would never believe that. He would just believe I had been betraying him all the while he was at work. U can send hi to lordsamuel on 0543589658 to be added to adults chat room to enjoy more stories. 

Love, or is it lust, just tore apart the relationship I had with my two best friends in the world, and the tear cannot be patched; Ever.

The End

Dinner Part Party 2 (final)

I seriously did not know what came over me,i

wasn’t suppose to pick the call but i did

anyways and i almost regretted it.I was dumb-

founded the moment i heard mary’s angelic

voice(if only her dressing could be more like her

voice).

I managed to say hi and asked how she was

doing.Funny she didn’t mention a word about

my text message which made me wondeq if

she got it in the first placd.We talked for a while

and i expected her to bring it up until she

ended the call.The taunting thoughts came

rushing to me once more;i was going dateless.

Just as i dropped frustratingly on my

frustrating-looking chair,i heard the tone again:

omo see danger;it was mary calling again.

‘what’s your problem john?’ mary bellowed as i

placed the phone on my ear.

‘i beg your pardon?’. She didn’t sounding like

the girl i just spoke with.

‘you just behaved so chickeny’she blurted.’i got

your text and called you then you made me

look like an .you know what?goodbye!’ she

hung up

who was this girl and what had she done with

mary?she was merely a friend.I know we were

close but i never imagined she could get pissed

for something of this tiny magnitude.I made up

my mind that i wasn’t going to call back but i

waited on my phone expectiog her to call and

she did call.

‘Am sorry’ were the first words i heard as i

placed the receiver on my ear.I remained mute

and i think i taunted her a little but she

continued.’i just got so excited that you finally

asked me out’ finally? Dear God! ‘and so when

you didn’t mention anything about it in the first

call,i felt terrible thinking you were toying with

me.’she paused like she remembered a very

important detail.’were you?’she asked with her

voice sounding as serious as my mechanics

prof.

I cleared my throat like an equal

professor,crossed my legs from where i sat even

if she couldn’t see me am sure she felt it,then i

began my million dollar speech;more like a

letter.

‘Dear mary,am sorrry you thought am that kind

of guy.I sent you the text with full intention of

wanting to go out with with you but somewhere

along the line,i lost my nerves.I must have been

so parochial not to have noticed the effect my

stunt would have on you and despite the fact

that i can’t replay the whole event in a more

pleasand manner,i do apologize.As for you,you

called me chickeny and beleive me,i felt like a

chicken at that point.’she let out a loud laugh

‘But that’s beside the point.it was an unfair

statement.I chose to forgive you though,but at

a price.You don’t owe me an apology;that’s way

too cheap.What you owe me is a date.Mary,will

you be my date to the party?’

Damn right she said yes! And so i was faced

with yet another problem;mary’s dress style.Call

me oliver twist or whatever but i just wanted

the day to be perfect for me!

I guess my patron saint must have heard and

interceded on my behalf.Few minutes,i received

a beep on my behalf.Few minutes,i received a

beep on my phone;it was a message from

firstbank;your account have been credited with

…. Just then the idea hit me and i executed it

immediately.

I rushed to gallaxy’s boutique,got a nice

gown,wrapped it and sent it to mary with a

note saying ‘really looking forward to tonight’.

God knows i prayed hard for the dress to fit.It

did.

I met with mary at exact 6pm,i almost didn’t

recognise her as the dress completely

transformed her.She looked like a

goddess.Looked like my night was going to be

perfect afterall.

Now the tragedy.We arrived the venue and it

looked like the party had been moved.I became

the most confused man on earth as i searched

invain for any feature indicating that a dinner

party was going to hold.Then i remembered Ayo

and dialled his number.Switched off! Was the

devil out for me?

Mary looked at me with a confusing look;i

couldn’t tell what was on her mind.alas,she

spoke.’i think we are in the right place.’ Had she

gone mad?i thought.I tried Ayo’s phone again

and it went through.Thank God! 

‘Ayo,you guys changed venue?am at oba’s hall

right now.’ i said

‘come right in,we are about starting’ i heard the

excitment in his voice.

About starting?here? I wondered.Was there an

inner complex inside the main one? I told may

what he had said and she gave me that ‘told

you’ look.As we went closer to the hall,i sighted

the notice on a little paper. WELCOME TO DLCF

DINNER PARTY. How come i missed it initially.

We progressed inside the hall and i still couldn’t

find any feature of a dinner party.It was

definitely not the right place,i concluded.The

place was arranged with old benches occupied

by some average-dressed and some below

average-dressed persons.At an extreme end i

saw two large coolers then i looked further and

saw the shocker.In another poor looking but

large paper,it was boldly written, WELCOME TO

DEEPER LIFE CAMPUS FELLOWSHIP DINNER

PARTY.It immediately rang a bell.This was

it.DLCF is deeper life campus fellowship! Jesus

christ!…

*THE END

Dinner Party Part 1

I actually spent an hour cleaning my shoe like

my life depended on it. I had ironed my last

xmas polo and my well-starched pens trousers

the previous day. I was definitely going to get a

lot of attention tomorrow at the DLCF dinner

party.

I remember the last dinner party i attended.

The moment i heard the invitation from olu’s

mouth,i shouted ‘dinner party!’.On the day of

the dinner party,i embarked on a partial food

strike. I was ready to baptised myself with food

at the party.True to my expectations,there were

lots of food on the tables.It was like a lovefeast

but i couldn’t enter.Where everyone where

dressed smart in tux and dinner gowns,i was

wearing a three-year old school native plus i

was without a date.

This time i was ready for them.I even planned

to mix three wicked perfumes.i got a

shade;even though it was a night event and my

allstars was ever ready.I almost forgot one last

thing;a date!.. Who would that be?……

I stared long at the caption ‘DLCF DINNER

PARTY’ on the card as i contemplated on who to

take as my date.What the hell was DLCF by the

way?i never really asked Ayo what it meant cos i

didn’t think it mattered.Anyways,the issue at

hand was getting an apt date for the party.I

had a couple of persons i could call but didn’t

know who to call precisely.

There was Marrissa;my ex.Classy,stylish and a

little too much for my taste but that wouldn’t

be a problem in this case,afterall it was just a

party.

Then there was Marbel,the girl i probably would

have hated but for her beauty.She was a pest

in my life and i feared that inviting her to the

party would give her some crazy ideas and re-

ignite her silly advances,otherwise she was my

first choice.

Finally,there was Mary.pretty,gentle,intelligent

but lacked the sense of dressing where it

mattered most.To be frank,i wouldn’t want to

go with her.Imagine myself,well dressed in a

dinner party with a francesca nun.Don’t let me

say God forbid.

I picked up my phone and dialled marrissa’s

number.’Hello!…’ i heard that pretty voice i

have missed.

I swear,i almost said let’s get back together.It

must have taken me a while to find myself back

as i heard her say ‘Hello’ again,like a frustrated

person.

‘Hi marris’ i said,like the network had been

bad’can you hear me now?’

‘yeah i can’the sweetness was getting deeper.

‘what’s up?’

‘nothing much.Just haven’t heard from you for

sometime now.was wondering how you were

doin’ liar!

‘aww…that’s sweet.Thanks’she responded like

she meant it.

‘anyway,where are you at?’i asked smoothly.

‘In lag’

gangan!

Don’t know why but i felt devastated.she was

my best option and now she was more than

four hours plus lots of terrible roads away from

the university of Benin.

I had to move past my disappointment as the

party was just the next day.Now i just had one

last option;Marbel and it was certain she was

going to say yes if i let her.What other choice

do i?i had to.

‘marbel hi’ i said into my phone like someone

forced me to.

‘Johnson!’ she screamed and i almost cutoff the

call.’you remembered me today.what

happened?where are you?i want to see

you.Aww,it’s so unfortunate that am not in

Benin right now’

‘what!’

Her last words hit me like a rock and that

moment,i felt like Buhari must have felt when

the last election results were called.I was going

to go dateless?

I begged my mind not to think of it but it

disobeyed.Apparently i had to get a date and all

compasses pointed to mary! I was going on a

dinner date with a nun,damn!

Anyways beggers can’t be chosers so i had to

stick with what i got.My mind-ranting of mary’s

sense of dressing had made me ignore one

minute detail which now stood Unclad before

me.How was i going to ask her out? U can send hi to lordsamuel on 0543589658 to be added to adults chat room to enjoy more stories. 

I could only thing of a way to do it;text

messaging.I checked the time on my clock.It

said 9pm,good!She must have slept,i

thought.Better to send it right away and when

she wakes up the following day,she wouldn’t

want to disappoint me as i purposely clearly

stated that the party was the next day and she

was the only one i had in mind.

Just as i dropped my phone after sending the

text,i heard p-square’s danger;my ring

tone.Jeez! It was mary calling.What now?

WATCH OUT FOR CONCLUDING PART

Our First Meeting (21+)… Part 4 (final)

I lay my head on his chest and allowed him to rest from his recent high. The day wasn’t over yet cos there were places we hadn’t explored and things we hadn’t done (winks). His breathing gradually slowed and he was stroking my hair, face and lips. His fingers on my lips sent tingles down my spine and a warm feeling spread through my body to my groin. It was so intimate, loving and arousing, and elicited the desired response; my breathing quickened!.

I raised myself on my left elbow and supported my chin on my left palm as looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back and started kissing me, first gently then more passionately, running his hands down my swollen Bosom to my stomach and making contact with my Mons veneris. I moaned in ecstasy when his fingers touched the sparse hair on my almost bald Kittycat, arching my back and pushing forward for him to go lower and explore deeper. He obliged me by rubbing his fingers first on the outer lips of my Kittycat and then dipping one finger into my steaming, juice filled snatch. I grabbed and ran my hands all over his back and moaned loudly as my Kittycat walls made to grab the invading finger in its clutches.

?He then started finger Bleeping me, first with one finger, then two and my Kittycat responded by producing Kittycat juice in liters. All I could do was moan as I tried to push my hips forward to have more of his fingers inside me. After some minutes of this, I couldn’t stand it any longer and I begged him to make love to me. He asked if I was ready and it took some effort for me not to shout at him. Of course I was ready, I snapped back, cant you see the volume of juice my Kittycat is producing? I asked. he smiled at me as he made to turn me over on my side. But first I grabbed his Kittycat juice crusted fingers and licked it clean. Kittycat juice comes right after Pour in my list of favourite meals, especially my Kittycat juice.

He then turned me to my side and lay beside me positioning himself behind me. Then he tried entering me, but I was so excited that he couldn’t find purchase. He told me to calm down which I managed to do and then he attempted to enter me again and in one shove his sweet Joystick was embedded deep inside my clutching, wet Kittycat. I groaned loudly as I felt him inside me, filling me up. It was sweet and beyond sweet, everything I had imagined it would be and more. He then held my Bosom in his hands and started moving inside me. I pushed back to get as much of him as I could inside me. It was as if the whole Joystick should be buried inside me. His roving hands fondled my Bosom, heightening my pleasure and spreading the sensation emanating from them and from my Kittycat throughout my body. I grabbed the sheet and my moans turned to soft screams of pleasure. It was as if my Kittycat had a will of its own as it clutched and released his Joystick as if it wants to swallow it all up.

?We kept this up for minutes then he withdrew and I felt empty but not for long as he turned me over onto my tummy and positioned himself behind me. In no time at all, he was again buried deep inside me and this time around deeper than in the earlier position. This is one of my favourite positions as it allows for deeper penetration and more pleasure. My moans increased as I grabbed the sheets to try to stifle the scream welling up deep inside my throat. I pushed back at the Joystick drilling my hole, my Kittycat was very very wet and grasping. It grabbed and released his Joystick and I was shaking from the pleasure that was running through my body. His sweat dripped unto my back as he pounded into me first softly and then like a sledge hammer. Then he pulled out and pulled my face towards his Kittycat juice encrusted Joystick. I gladly sucked my juice from his Joystick, taking it deep into my throat as he played with my dripping Kittycat.

?I told him I was too wet but he said he loved it so as he turned me over and again shoved that beautiful Joystick of his deep into my steaming hot Kittycat. He pounded me real hard, first pulling almost out and then shoving it all the way back in as far as it would go. The feelings spreading through me was exquisite and beyond describing. All I could do was moan and push back on his Joystick. Then he spanked my Buttocks twice in quick succession! I screamed as the pain spread through my body and mingled with the pleasure! My Kittycat spasmed and involuntarily grabbed his Joystick. He spanked my Buttocks again and after that all I could do was beg him to spank me harder and he obliged me, spanking me harder and harder with both palms. I buried my head into the pillow, screamed and screamed at the unbearable pleasure flowing through me, my Kittycat clenching and unclenching in rapid succession at the fire spreading through it. I was shaking like an epilepsy sufferer, clutching the sheets as mini orgasms rocked my body in preparation for the big one. His thrust didn’t relent or slow and as he continued the onslaught on my super sensitive Kittycat and Buttocks.

I couldn’t hold back anymore as with a loud scream I came, my Kittycat releasing more and more juices and really going all the way to Eldorado. While I was still climbing mount Olympus, he flooded his load into my waiting and ready body as he gave a hard thrust very deep into me, and then collapsed on my shaking body. 

We both lay there panting in exhaustion with streams of sweat running down our body. It was beautiful, one of my best cums ever.

Thank you my CR.

The End…

Our First Meeting (21+)… Part 3

Although I had Pour, I still felt this hunger!! I wanted him, every part of him. In no time again we started kissing and fondling each other. The kisses were so sweet and intoxicating, didn’t want it to stop. We definitely had to pull apart for air after some time and we did.

I then trailed my lips from his face where I was planting soft little kisses to his chest, his taut stomach ( his shirt had come undone by then, one way or the other, though can’t remember how). I wanted to taste all of him and he sensed my hunger for him so he let me be as I set a trail of kisses through his body. My hands were also roving, they had one destination in mind and didn’t hesitate but went straight south. I grabbed his already turgid Joystick and sighed in contentment as he let out a soft groan. I stroked it softly and rand my fingernails from the tip to the balls, eliciting soft groans from him. I pressed on it and felt the tip, touching the Pour passage, wanting to feel Pour gushing out.

?I couldn’t hold back anymore as my hunger for his Joystick got the better of me. I stopped all rovings and just moved my mouth to his Joystick, first licking it from tops to bottom, licking the balls, trying to draw out the Pour without really taking the Joystick in my mouth. I did this for some minutes, savoring the taste of him and licking the pre-Pour glistening at the tip of his Joystick.

I then lowered my mouth and took his balls in my mouth, sucking them like one sucking sweet, then gradually worked my way back to his Joystick and took it all down my throat, managing not to gag as I hadn’t sucked Joystick for quite some time. But finally got the hang of it as I sucked on his Joystick like a lollipop, taking it deep into my throat and then coming back up for air, running my tongue from the tip of his Joystick to the balls, and practically mouth Bleeping him. He responded by thrusting deeper and deeper into my throat so much so that i had to relax my throat for it to go in deeper. It was heavenly bliss.

We kept at this for minutes with him grunting and moaning and his hands running through my hyper-sensitive body and Bosom. I didn’t care as I had his Joystick exactly where I wanted it- down my throat.

?

I felt him building up to a climax as his Joystick started jerking and throbbing and i got ready to receive his load of spunk down my throat. I didn’t have long to wait as with a gasp and jerk, he off-loaded his Pour down my throat and I didn’t hesitate to swallow everything. I kept sucking on his Joystick to make sure I got every drop and I am sure I did cos by the time I released his Joystick from my mouth, there was no Pour left to spill (I so so love eating Pour). He was sweating and still panting but smiled at me though his exertions as I put my head on his chest and purred contentedly waiting for him to calm down; He wasn’t done yet.

To Be Continued…

Our First Meeting (21+)… Part 2

Seeing CR face to face was very elating and exciting. we grabbed each other in the bedroom and began kissing. The kiss started slow, kind of exploratory but before long had escalated into a full blown french kiss. It was everything I had imagined and more, in fact, much more. He kisses like a pro and I guess I wasn’t a disappointment too. It was such a prolonged kiss that it left me breathless.

He led me to the bed and we continued our chit chat but all the while touching each other tentatively and planting soft kisses on each others body.

One of such kisses was so prolonged that I had to fight to breath cos I was losing breathe. We couldn’t stop as we continued and were fondling each others body underneath our cloths. I was anyway, since he was wearing a shirt while I had on just a camisole and jeans. The strap of the camisole was already undone, leaving my ample Bosom exposed to his exploring eyes. My Tips were taut from all that excitement and full, my body was flushed and in anticipation of his touch and lips.

?He didn’t disappoint me as he caressed and fondled my Bosom, kneading them and rolling my hard Tips between his thumb and fore finger, sending me to unimagined heights of pleasure. I pushed my Bosom closer to his mouth and told him in both words and actions that I wanted his lips on them. He gladly took my Tips in his mouth and gave it suck like a baby deprived of milk for months. He grazed the Tips with his teeth and I gladly welcomed the pain mixed with pleasure with a loud sigh, pressing my body tightly to his, wanting to feel his flesh on my body. I moaned out loud as his tongue, teeth and lips sent vibes of pleasure throughout my body. I was shaking so visibly from the pleasure that he thought he was hurting me. I made him understand he wasn’t but was giving me pleasure, sweet pleasure. He trailed by face, Bosom, belly with his tongue while continuing to fondle my super-sensitive Bosom. The pleasure was too much and my body was building to a very explosive release.

He came back to my Bosom and continued sucking, grazing and fondling them and I just couldn’t hold back as I arched my Bosom to get the better of those lips on them. With a loud stifled scream I let go and had one of the best orgasms I had ever had. I came hard and flooded the sheets with Kittycat juice. He held me tightly to his chest and planted feathery kisses on my face.

To Be Continued…

Our First Meeting (21+)…Part 1

Our first meeting was very memorable; much much more than I had imagined it would be. I had been looking forward to meeting S for months and had even given up on us meeting after months had elapsed. He had captured my heart and speaking with him alone was enough to send me to cloud nine and back.

After months of silence, we finally reconnected and boy we were both happy to be able to talk to each other. He insisted on coming over to see me and I was all excitement. I daily looked forward to his visit, reliving our fantasies for each other and anticipating the DDay.

Finally, D day arrived and he called to tell me he was leaving his base and heading for mine. Was I elated! I am finally going to get to not just see but also live my fantasy. I waited anxiously, counting hours and calculating how long it would take him to drive from where he is to where I am ( I don’t want to give away locations, hehehehehe). Suffice it to say that my juices were running like a mad in anticipation. I wanted him real bad ( and still do). He makes me feel alive, his voice alone sends tingles down my spine.

Anyways, he finally arrived and he was everything I had hoped for and imagined! A real gentleman and good looking to boot! Yeah, he arrived and we hugged, exchanged pleasantries and the normal chit chat between people who just met. But the thrilling thing was we didn’t feel like strangers, it felt like we have known each other for ages. Everything felt right.

When he held me, it felt very peaceful and sweet being in his arms! I dragged him into my bedroom and we hugged and kissed feverishly like kissing was going to go extinct! We fell on each other, devouring our lips hungrily! Was I hungry for him and I guess he was hungry for me too!!

To Be Continued…

​BITTER LOVE (PART 11)

Richard: “What? For real? On what ground would they send their only child out of the house?” he said with his eyes popping out of their sockets.
Ophelia: “They watched the video of me proposing to you. The video seem to have gone viral…”
Richard: “Damnit! I told you…I told you this could happen. Do you see it now?”

 

Ophelia: “I don’t need you putting blames on me now. What I need from you now is your moral support and probably a place to crash at?”
Richard: “Let’s go back and plead with your parents, tell them you were only being childish and naïve. Tell them we planned the whole thing together so we could get popular?”
Ophelia: “No way! You don’t know my dad. He is a stubborn son of a difficult mother. You should have heard him raging even my mum could say nothing, she just cowered at a corner like a deaf and dumb who had no inkling about what was happening” she said sarcastically.
Richard: “Don’t talk about your parents with such disrespect ma’am. If you don’t respect your parents how will you be able to respect your husband later on?”
Ophelia: “I am just angry dear. I can’t believe they could throw me out by this time of the night. All my dad cares about is his reputation and honour. One will think he is the only Professor in the world. Please can we just get out of here? I am getting scared already”
Richard: ‘Where will you want to go to now? A hotel or my house?”
Ophelia: “Your house will not be bad” she replied strapping on her seat belt.
Night time was a nightmare to Gloria especially anytime her husband was not away on a business trip. She dreaded the time he’d have to pull her panties to thrust into her. It made her want to throw up in his face but she knew doing that would mean death to her marriage. She had to endure and keep enduring until when she is finally able to leave the marriage. She laid on the bed thinking of Ophelia, of everything they had shared, their love and friendship. Despite all of their escapades, they had never been suspected even once let alone caught. Whenever they spent those long hours in her room, her mum always thought they were having their girly talk so no one ever thought of intruding. The thought of those times made her horny involuntarily, she remembered her husband was in the shower and would soon pounce on her, she quickly got up and wiped herself clean with tissue and went back to bed. He head the door of the bathroom open and braced herself for what was to come next.
Johnson: “Remove your night gown” he grunted like a pig on heat. She obeyed and laid back. He took in her stance and smiled satisfactorily. He joined her on the bed and instead doing what she thought he will do, he turned her sideways to face him.
Johnson: “What is wrong dear? Is there something I am doing that you don’t like? Is there anyway you know that can make it better?”
Gloria: “You are doing just fine” all she wanted was to get the night over with.
Johnson: “But why are you always so unresponsive when we make love? You hardly even touch my bag except I beg you to. I feel like I am raping you and that is the worst feeling any married man can have in his marriage. Please tell me, you don’t like the way I do it?”
Gloria: “I said you are doing just fine. I am serious”
Johnson: “Okay can we try something different today? Instead of me doing the whole job, you will do it today. You will ride me, I want to feel your ass slapping against my shaft. I want to watch your boobs bounce carelessly up and down. Can we do that?” he gaze was lustrous and pleading at the same time.
Gloria: “No I don’t want to. If you really want to make love, I am here. Do it the usual way you used to or I will go to sleep now” she said and made to turn away from him but he held her down.
Johnson: “You are my wife for Christ sake woman and we are supposed to be trying new things on bed. Try pleasuring me once too so I’d know I married a living person and not some log of wood” his voice was calm as he said this. He knew what he wanted.
Gloria sensing that his patience could snap at any time decided to do as he requested. She closed her eyes and started kissing him while he kissed her back, groaning annoyingly. She felt herself becoming wet as he dipped his finger into her centre. She pretended it was Ophelia she was with and this made her enjoy the act for that moment until she climbed on top of him and slide him gently into her. All the sensations she had felt earlier vanished, she almost pulled away but he held her down tightly on her waist and started rocking her back and forth. She followed the rhythm and soon picked up the pace. Grinding against his shaft while he squeezed the boobs, the sensation came flooding her and she felt herself going faster and faster until she started contrasting around him. She could not believe she was cumming. Her eyes squeezed shut as her body finally relaxed, he noticed it and turned her over on all fours in the doggy style. He rammed against her as his hip bone slapped against her buttocks, the sound of that turned him on even the more as he also climaxed spilling his seed inside her. They both rolled back on the bed breathing heavily.
Johnson: “That was awesome honey. Did you like it?” he asked looking at her lovingly.
Gloria: “Yeah it was great, I enjoyed every bit of it” she replied smiling but she wasn’t going to admit to him it was the first time she ever reached orgasm with a man.
He sat opposite her in the sitting room eyeing her suspiciously. He wondered why she was at their house with her clothes and feeling so comfortable as if she was at her home. ”She even slept in the same room with my dad. I just dislike this lady with passion” he mused.
Ophelia: “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
Sammy: “Why did you come to our house?”
Ophelia: “I am in your house because I am going to be your new mum from now onwards”
Sammy: “You are never going to be my mum because my mum will be back soon. So you should better go back home aunty”
Ophelia: “How did your mother even bring this boy up sef? How can you be so rude to someone who used to be your teacher?”
Sammy: “Well I guess it’s not my mum who failed in teaching me well, it’s you!” he blurted out rudely.
Hell was let loose in the home of the Harrisons when in the morning, Ophelia was nowhere to be found. Obiageli called Gloria to ask if she was there but she replied in the negative and even went further to say she hadn’t heard from her for three days. Prof. Harry kept barking orders in the sitting room, heaping accusations and threats on his wife.
Prof. Harry: “Shameless mother and daughter. How can she leave home without telling anyone in the middle of the night? I know you both planned it together, to spoil my good name in this neighbourhood” he kept fuming.
Obiageli: “Nna anyi take it easy. She could have gone out briefly this morning, besides we all ate dinner together last night and there was no ill-feeling whatsoever between us last night. Maybe she went on her morning workout?”
Prof. Harry: “Why are you acting so dumb? Weren’t you the person who reported to me that some of her clothes were missing too? Do you exercise with a traveling bag on your head? This is the price I have to pay for marrying an illiterate” he said, giving her a look that could send a soldier into hiding.
Obiageli: “What are we g…Premier Naija Inspirational Blog!oing to do now? Heei this girl is trying to send me out of my husband’s house” she started crying.
One of the servants in the house ran into the sitting room with his phone, watching something. He handed it over to the professor who became dumbfounded and speechless.
Obiageli: “What is happening?” she went closer to peep into the phone and what she saw also weakened her legs. She took some steps back and slumped on the floor, crying.

…WATCH OUT FOR PART 12