I happened to be having a s*xual
relationship with a lady I met on social media far back in 2011 during
my National Youth Service programme in Ogun state. She was a police
officer. Quite a crazy person with an unbearable urge for s*x. After
talking sweet online, we finally met in Ibadan. she wasn’t too beautiful
but had alot to offer on bed as she boasted.
As time went on, we set a day for the
pleasure deed and it was really explosive with me hitting her up to 10
rounds in just two days at her place in Badagry. She wanted me to stay
with her up to a week but I had a feeling my death was close due to the
frequency and intensity of the s*x.
I wasn’t too impressed with her
physically and considering her poor communication skills, I told myself
it was over as I returned to Ibadan where I used to be based then with
my family. I got s*x-starved as time went on and after continued pleas
from her, we decided to meet again for another round of lovemaking at
her place in Lagos. I took an excuse from home and embarked on the trip.
On getting to Badagry, I called her to notify her of my presence but
events took a dramatic turn. To my greatest shock, she switched off her
phone. I tried severally and couldn’t reach her. I checked my phone call
records when I remembered she once contacted me with an Etisalat line. I
finally found it and called her up but when she heard it was me, she
switched off the phone again.
I was so disturbed and confused. I was
wondering what happened as the day was getting dark and such areas are
not safe at night particularly for a stranger like me with an innocent
face. It wouldn’t take a hoodlum a second to know I am new in the
environment. I was so unsettled as she was the brain behind my coming
with her sweet words and sensational promises.
As the day got darker, I knew I was in
danger. I have friends in the core parts of Lagos and as for inside
Badagry, I had nobody. I started racking my brains on how to locate her
house which I visited about 7 months ago. I missed my way initially but I
was able to locate the particular junction to her house from which I
discovered her place eventually. I met her neighbour’s daughter and her
younger brother. The neighbour’s daughter was almost 18 years old then.
They quickly recognised me and gave me water to drink on my demand. I
felt like committing suicide. The entire ‘illegal’ journey started to
dawn on me. I lied to my parents I was going to my former school to
secure my transcript which I needed for my Masters admission. I almost
cursed my life. It was obvious I successfully crossed my boundary.
It was a face-to-face apartment and my
fling’s door was locked. The girl gave me more water and toothpaste. I
washed my face and brushed my teeth. We both discussed where I could
possibly lay my head for the night. My bank account was slimmer than
Mavin’s female act, Di’ja, so lodging into an hotel was a no-go-area.
The girl who believes my fling is my sister for security reasons opened
up to me that she is married to one mobile police officer attached to
one unit in Lagos and that I am one of the numerous guys that pay her
visits. Immediately, the image of the ‘hard-face’ of mobile policemen in
Nigeria struck me. I knew I was playing with the tail of a rattle
snake. I just wanted to sleep. She gave me the option of sleeping on the
bench of their passage as her father was around and wouldn’t
accommodate me.
Meanwhile, while the whole drama was on;
I confided in a friend who is like a crime partner to me on
‘bed-related issues’ he ran out of options too. He was like ‘please just
find a way to stay alive for the night’ It was really getting late;
time was almost 10pm with no hope of a place to sleep. I was getting
disturbed. I saw a church along the street (name withheld), no service
was going on but the doors were opened. My plan was to go and explain my
plight to the pastor with a cooked up story so that he would allow me
sleep. Funny enough, I had 10 packets of ‘bullets’ in my bag. I was
thinking about throwing them away because the man of God could decide to
ascertain the contents of my bag. On the sight of those ‘weapons of
mass destruction’ he would know I am not a gentleman.
My fling’s number later got reachable
that night. She told me she had a lot to explain and we would talk the
following day. She advised me to keep myself safe for her till the
following day. She rushed to speak to me at a low tone and then I
realized she was with another man with the financial power unlike me
that had only pleasure to offer her.
Her neighbour’s daughter suggested I
should go spend the night with a trusted widow she could vouch for.
According to her, the woman lost her husband years ago and she is almost
50. That was risky; such a person could tear a young blood like me
apart at night. I have only dated someone who is 5 years older than me
all my life. As we were gisting, a police officer who was occupying one
of the rooms in the building came out with his girlfriend, a very tall
and slim girl. I didn’t pay attention. Instantly, the neighour’s
daughter secretly told the girl my ordeal. As I was gnashing my teeth
and watching the street get deserted by residents going to bed, the
police officer’s girlfriend approached me.
She was like: ”I have heard your story. Don’t bother your head. You will sleep in my boyfriend’s room as he is on a night shift”
Immediately, it was if a burden was
lifted off me. I called my crime partner. He was overjoyed. He told me
to replace the policeman’s girlfriend with my missing fling. I said it
was impossible and we both laughed and ended the conversation. It was in
the course of interaction between the girl and the neighbour that I
realized the policeman’s girlfriend was waiting for her National Youth
Service Corp mobilisation. She bragged about it. I smiled deep inside
like a boss and kept mum. Later, I dropped a hint about NYSC. She was
shocked and impressed. Not too long, her boyfriend got on his motorcycle
and rode off to work. She tapped me and said we should go sleep.
We got into the room. It wasn’t a too
nice sight but was okay for the night. She wanted to cook for me but I
declined. I was so bitter and angry with myself. I just wanted to sleep
and count my losses later. I was determined to leave back for Ibadan
first thing the following morning. The bed in the room reminded me of my
first bed while I was serving in Bauchi state before I redeployed to
Ogun state. The bed was almost a mat. I took a spot at the edge and
started forcing myself to sleep as I wept bitterly in my heart. I felt
like castrating myself or going for deliverance for my careless actions
motivated by my s*xual desires.
The lady carefully laid beside me. I
told her I don’t sleep with the lights on which is true. She said she
wanted it on. Immediately, I complied because I had no choice. She later
tapped me to take off the light. As I looked at her, the look on her
face was flirty. I was already off guard. I just wanted to sleep and
ease my pains. I switched off the light and hit the bed. She brought out
her phone and started playing music videos. Then, I knew there was a
problem for me. My sleep was disturbed. I asked why she was reluctant to
sleep. She replied she wasn’t feeling sleepy and wanted to talk.
So I turned round and joined her. She
started telling me about her love life and how bad the police officer
treats her. She claimed she finished from the prestigious University of
Lagos. She told me the escapades of my fling. It became more glaring I
was in the enemy’s territory and was unwise to stay longer than a minute
the following day. As the discussion started running dry, she dropped a
comment on my looks. She said she couldn’t watch a handsome guy like me
in distress and had to go against all odds to relieve me of my stress. I
smiled and thanked her. As I turned to sleep, she told me she would
stay awake. She said she hates to sleep alone and always needs someone
to pet her to sleep.
Suddenly, it was as if the veil in my
eyes was removed. I suddenly gained consciousness of my status as a lion
that never misses on its prey. The animal in me was awake. I took a
bold step my touching her hair and pleading with her to sleep. The
response was expected. The tempo of her voice dropped so low and she
didn’t resist. I turned her around, kissed her and reached for her
breasts with my mouth. She acted startled and asked why I was taking
advantage of her. She accused me of trying to pay her kindness with evil
deeds. I suggested I should go sleep at the veranda of the house but
she refused. I started feeling guilty and so confused.
As I laid down quietly with the feeling
of the prodigal son, she laughed at me. I laughed too and said she is a
beautiful person I have difficulties resisting. That threw her off
balance. Ladies love to hear nice words. She was like: “really? Are you
sure? Okkk oh!”
I went closer with a kiss. This time the
response from her was like an attack. She was as desperate as a vampire
at the sight of a fresh blood. I reached for my bag and brought out my
‘bullet’. I love to play safe. All these ladies can’t be trusted with
where they enter. I cruised in like a boss. The smoothness of the ride
showed she was s*xually active and wasn’t new to the game. There were
amazing reactions from her and in a few minutes I was done. I was so
happy. My nerves relaxed. My thinking became clear. I thanked her for
the rare opportunity to enter her country without the due process of
visa.
As I attempted to sleep, she tapped me
like an armed robber notifying the owner of the house he was in the
building for business. She said: ”Come and finish what you have started.
I am in the mood now”
I was stunned. Me wey never chop since
morning. I swiftly reached for my armoury and loaded gun. The battle
kicked off. She was talented. Slim ladies are the best. They are very
innovative with positions and it’s easy for them due to the stature. She
was switching positions as if we were striking poses in a photo studio.
I was tired after the stress of the day. She was very motivating. She
psyched me up as I thrust harder.
She was like: “Yes! You are good!! I mean it!!! You are good!!!! Don’t give up!!!!! Don’t ever give up!!!!!”
It was as it I was up for a medal. She
taught me some sensational moves that drove me to tears of intense
ecstasy. She was like a beast in human form. When she grabbed the wall
and instructed me to come from behind while she screamed like she was
dying. I knew I was in sweet trouble. After a while, I exploded in her. I
was exhausted and fell on the bed helplessly. She cuddled me like a
mother holding on to her child hit by a stray bullet in the war front.
She wiped my sweat and held me tight. I almost felt I was shooting a
Nigerian remake of the famous Titanic movie. I couldn’t even open my
eyes fully. She rubbed my long hair because I am fond of wearing afro.
She led me to the bathroom where water was rushing from the shower. I
had a cold bath while she watched. She took a vantage position to stay
at me from head to toe and was brightly smiling. She seemed impressed. I
was so glad too.
After the bathe, she laid me on my back
on the bed and started a massage process. She told me she wanted a
bloody rematch outside Badagry in the nearest future as she intends to
get really wild with me. In my heart, I was like; Never! This one go fit
kill person lol. Her massage was kinda professional. She ended with a
head. Her way of handling the ‘microphone’ like a music artiste as well
as using the ‘tip’ to her advantage made me realize she would easily
cause the death of a hypertensive patient. We hit it two more times and
fell apart in deep sleep.
Her boyfriend was supposed to return
from the night shift as early as 7am. She woke me up around 5am. I
rushed to take my bath. As I dressed up, she asked for one more. We
laughed like possessed people. She was lying on the bed with her bed
with her back facing me. I told her to maintain that position. I reached
for my ‘Arsenal’ and brought out the injection like a doctor
administering treatment to a patient. I took on her from behind. What a
position!
After that, I knew the mission was
accomplished. I threw away the used bullets that were safely gathered
and took a straight bus back to the ancient city of Ibadan. While in the
bus, my fling kept calling me to return that she would do anything to
make me happy. I thought about her alleged MOPOL husband and my body
water level. I couldn’t take the risk. Dying during a s*x romp is the
last channel I will like to take out of this world. I picked her calls
and laughed like the Mortal Combat character, Shao Khan till I got to
Ibadan. I walked into my home safely feeling like the last warrior
standing after a terrific war.
The accomplishment was a hit ‘back to
back’ (in Olamide’s voice) among my friends. I was almost given a
chieftaincy title. It’s been almost 4 years now. Other experiences have
taken place but the memories and the circumstances that led to this
pleasure event still remains evergreen in my head.
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