FOREVER........Is There One??

FOREVER…….Is There One?? CHAPTER 3

 

So I had this discussion with one of my very good friends about forever she seems to be of the same opinion with a lot of other people that there is no FOREVER. Forever could be a nanosecond you know, just that minute, hours, weeks, days, months, years that matters. A forever started when your mother first laid eyes on you, a forever started when you found “spirituality“. Forever is not eternal.

So I am sitting across the table from Deji Davis…we are at a Chinese restaurant on the Island, I have barely touched my food, yeah I watch my weight like every other girl, I am not perfectly slim I work for it, but on the other side Deji Davis has one healthy appetite, he dabs his mouth and asks “don’t you like it???
Nah I just already ate” I reply
Oh?? I am sorry pardon my manners I never even asked you whether you had anything to eat already
He smiles at me and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I have always known I am not a good gambler but in this one I knew I was gonna lose because I still wanted to see him again.

Let’s start over” he says
Hmmmmm…….I am Becca Osha
Deji Davis” he replies
Osha??? Really??? What does that mean

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I laugh at his facial expression, he is smiling at me again……..
It is been two hours of extreme fun and laughter…… And he didn’t even offer to come in I am sitted on my favourite couch and thinking about our date. After the restaurant, we went to a Karaoke club and then we went to the seaside…….There is something about that brother I can’t place my hand on……all this too good to be true stories….. Prince Charming he seems to be like that, I pick up my phone and call Des……We have been friends too since college days and I still don’t know any better listener than her, she doesn’t really have anything to say but the fact that she listens actually listens just gets me, she picks on the third ring and I give her a lowdown of everything….

She is quiet as usual and let me talk….
So what do u think I should???
I think you should go with the flow, see where it leads you” she replies
I think so too
Good, I have good news for you by the way, I was about to call you when you called me” she says
What is it???” I
Toby proposed” she says
Wow!!!!!! That’s great news I am happy for you……..so did you tell him Yes” I ask jokingly
Nah….. I told him Nah of course” she says laughing, Toby has been her boyfriend for the past two years and I am really excited for her, I turn and see my inner bitch smirking, “Don’t do that you fool” I mouth at her…. I bring my mind back when Des starts to say my name
Yeah I am with you, send the address…..tomorrow evening no problem, love you much, kiss Toby for me
I hang up…..

Okay I’m not envious but I’m jealous…… You know that pang of jealousy you get when a friend gets a new shoe, new weave or looks better than you when you guys are turning up……I actually believe been jealous is not such a bad thing afterall our God is a jealous God, I’m not jealous that I wanna ruin her relationship, I’m jealous that I wish i had that, not getting married or something like that but a steady relationship.

I get up and walk to my bathroom for a quick shower, and change into my nightwear it has been a long day I need rest.

I am on my internet trying to find concept for my product photography shoot today, when my phone rings, I glance at the caller ID and quickly answer
Hey Mr Davis
Hey Osha
I sigh deeply…….”can you stop already??
If you call me baby….” He replies
Smooth very smooth I think to myself “trust me I love Osha a lot, makes me feel closer to my late grandfather
He laughs, he has this throaty laughter that I have come to like a lot.

So watchu doing???”
“Surfing the net I have a shoot in a bit and you??
On my way to a meeting” he replies
Handsfree???” I ask quickly, I once lost a lover to a car accident while he was on the phone with his mother but that’s a story for another day.
No I am being driven
Oh……good
So watchu doing this evening???
Nothing really……
oh no today is Des’s engagement party my brain reminds me..
…I’m sorry, I mean I have an event to attend” I say
Des’engagement party???
How do you know this??” I quirk my eyebrow like he can see me
I know everything Osha” I can bet he is smiling so I roll my eyes…….
Want me to come along??” He asks
Just a bunch of friends hanging out, I’m not so sure it is your thing
Are you gonna be there???“.

Before I can respond he continues
Then it is my thing

I look up to see my inner bitch bowing and clapping like she was at the theatre…..”oh please get a life” I mouth at her
Okay then I will meet you there at 7pm, I will send you the addy
See you at 7…..later Osha
Later

I hang up……I quickly send him the addy before I drop my phone, grabbing my laptop bag and my “photography box” I dash out of my apartment.

It is 7:30pm and I am just driving into the Toby’s house, my photoshoot took longer than expected and then a sister has to look good, I am retouching my face when a tap on my window makes me turn……it is Deji Davis…..oh shit….I forgot totally I had a date…. I mouth step aside as I open the door….. He is just staring at me
I’m so sorry I kept you …………” He interrupts with a raise of his hand before he says “if you look this good I can’t complain” I’m smiling from head to toe, yeah literally…..taking his offered hand, we start to walk the door when suddenly he grunts “Are you okay???” I ask…..grabbing his shoulder he starts to moan in pain “Deji” I am holding him but i dont think he can hear me…..
What’s wrong??
Reddington hospital” he whispers before he collapses.

To be continued…………………….

Becca. 


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FOREVER........Is There One??

FOREVER…….Is There One?? CHAPTER 2

 

My first Love story I heard was Cliché, but then for every love story boy needs to meet girl first right…..Love stories are epic writings but this is the story about my love, and I am no Shakespeare but in every Shakespeare story where the love story was surrounded around poverty, the lovers died or something like that.

Everybody has different definition of love but for me love is an art a beautiful creation of boy meets girl or otherwise as a 21st century female and well the rest is history, but trust me this is no cliché story.

I’m sitting down in my sitting room with my Mac Air book laptop placed on my lap, I have been able to find out all I think I should know about mysterious strange man from Pharez but as they say Google answereth everything, so I Google his name “Deji Davis” I quickly glance through and honestly, Google doesn’t answer my question more than I already know. He is a 28 year old rich young man born into money and has been able to expand on the family business, the only son of a family of six girls and the last born, I click on images, pictures of him and his family and anybody or everybody he has been to a social event with…….he is not so bad looking I think to myself, I am still going through his pictures when my phone rings, I glance at the caller Id and pick immediately it is my mother
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Hello Mum, Good evening“, I shut the screen of my laptop, and stand up heading to my room.
Becca, evening, how are you??? Are you free???” She asks, there is something about her voice I know something is up
Am I on speaker???” I ask back
No” she replies
Who is with you??
Us” was her reply, I sigh deeply, not again, Us is our “James bond” code for “Your Grandma is here, get ready for the when will I carry my great grandchild speech”
Put me on speaker mum” I say as I quickly turn on d volume of the TV, Pasuma comes alive filling the room
Rebecca” My Grandmother is on
Grandmum I am very busy right now, I am at an event” I say shouting at the phone
At this time of the night??” She shouts back
We will talk later grandma. Love you” I quickly hang up, I turn off the music of Pasuma and slot in The Weekend’s album, his beautiful voice fills the room, I quickly send a message to my mum “Thank you very mum I owe you one

It has been three full days and this Mr Deji Davis hasn’t gotten through to me, yeah I would have called him but then I just have a feeling if I do I kinda give him the reins, I glance at my inner bitch sitting down at the couch, and just staring at me

What should I do????” I am staring at her and she is staring back at me, no response, *sighs*

There is a knock on my door and I stand up to open it, I see a parcel on the ground,

Boko Haram????? “Stop being dramatic” my inner bitch shouts at me, I roll my eyes at her and bend to pick, sitting down I opened the package, a card falls out, I opened it to see a sharply scribbled handwriting…..

Hey Godwin, I want us to hang today but then considering you don’t know where I am taking you to, I bought you what suits you and the location. Will pick you up in 1 hour. I am sure you know my name“.

I am so shocked, I look up to see my inner bitch smirking at me.

What are we gonna do???” I ask her
Will you at least see what he got???” She replies….

I opened the black bag and bring out a beautiful black gown….. I am not going I think to myself, she quirks her eyebrow with me still wearing her smirk.

I open my new bottle of Bolla wine as I sit on the kitchen counter and start to sip, The Weekend is still playing and my mind starts to run “I can’t believe this”.

I am still on the counter when a knock on the door jolts me back to reality…. I come down and open the door, Deji Davis is standing there with that stupid smile on his face,

I knew you won’t be dressed” he says as he sidesteps me…….and comes into my apartment.

I shut the door and turn to him,

You have guts, you know
I’m so sorry Godwin I didn’t call you to check your schedule or something like that, I’m a busy man you see but I just wanted to see you” he replies, i refuse to budge, I’m still standing at the door……
Godwin” he starts, I quirk my eyebrow, he smiles and shrugs “Okay Becca, I ask you for this one night, you don’t like it I wont bother you again
You won’t???” I ask

He nods……. I walk to the kitchen and sip my remaining glass of wine, wasting his time on purpose, I smile at my inner bitch before I turn to him,

I give you only this night and after that I don’t wanna see your face again” before I get a response, I turn and walk to my room to change, grabbing the box of gown on my way……………

To be continued………………..

Becca


FOREVER........Is There One??

FOREVER……..Is There One?? CHAPTER 1

 

I’m not a privileged kid, I’m a hustler.
Some people believe just seeing a female with cash means she sold her body to some kinda men…..Well I am a 21st century lady and even though I got a lot of help from men I like to call it Girl Power.

My name is Becca simply Becca, okay that just sounded all shades of James Bond but then he can’t be mad, and I’m a 24 year old photographer and interior decorator, okay I never went to school for interior decorating but I am a fast learner so I picked up a lot of things from my  friend who was a professional interior decorator, she is abroad with her family and happily married, yeah that I can say.

So I am just walking around my apartment trying to find something to eat, I still haven’t gotten used to being alone, my sister just got married, what’s wrong with these people, everyone is happily married and I am just here by myself, you know as a young African girl we all had this dream of fairytale and one guy sweeping you off your feet, Disney be deceiving us with the story of A charming Prince, frog kisser, sleeping beauty etc just to mention a few, then you get to your teenage years and you have your heart kicked to the curb, okay I don’t mean to sound like a Nagger, let’s just believe is my inner bitch displaying her talent, come on I have a lot of tinz working for me, a good family, even though they don’t believe I should be staying alone as a young single lady…..(shut up inner bitch), back to the good things working for me, I have a good family, good job, good friends, talking about friends, I am supposed to meet Eni my good friend since college days at a restaurant, I quickly channel my inner Coco Chanel as I go to wardrobe to select what to wear.

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 I spot Eni’s Range Rover Sport and park my car next to hers……I am standing at the door of the restaurant trying to spot her, I know she is at the usual spot, predictable child I think to myself…… She spots me to and is waving at me like we haven’t seen in three years, I just saw her yesterday, I notice all eyes on me, yeah she did that on purpose, I smile shyly at her before I start my Agbani Darego’s walk.

U look good” she says when I get to her table
Is that how to greet your elders?” I reply

We have been doing this for many years and it never gets old, we burst into laughter and I ask for a glass to join her in her bottle of Tiagnello, I follow her eyes as I notice her boyfriend for the past 1year and some months, he is in a serious business meeting but he still honours my presence with a smile and a slight bow

I smile back and raise my glass at him….

Don’t you just love it when your friend’s bae respects you…..my inner bitch is doing the dance….the dance is a combination of every dance steps you can think of …….moves beyond comprehension.

Eni and I are doing our own fashion police in the restaurant, the things all these girls and all these Lekki wives (as we like to call them) wear all in the name of Fashion……..when I notice the presence of a figure, I look away from Eni to see a rather handsome looking young man with no swag at all and extremely terrible dress sense, he is wearing designer all well and good, but has no carriage, I carried my face away disappointed, okay I am still not expecting a Mr right but this is not even Mr left, this is Mr crippled….lol

He turns to me and says “Hello” drawing his word like he is trying to form an accent…
Pretender!!!! Turn off!!! And he didn’t even say hello to Eni….I notice Eni just smiling, still sipping on her wine, she knows he is gonna get it……Hey inner bitch…this is your show

Hi” she replies
So I have been watching you since and I couldn’t take my eyes off you

Lame ass line bruh…and stop trying with the accent

Good for you” she replies as polite as she can……..

He smiles….Nigga back off now….I am thinking, inner bitch about to go bitchy on you….

My name is Wisdom” he says
And I am Godwin” she replies with no hint of sarcasm and an expressionless face, he shifts uncomfortable, I am about to take over and rescue him from his misery, she has done enough, I glance at Eni and I see she is enjoying the show
I am sorry that was supposed to be a……

Pharez interrupts by kissing Eni on the forehead and saying “Hey bae“…meeting ended already I say to myself, he doesn’t even glance at Wizzy (Wisdom) not for a bit, looking at me he says

Becca how nice to see you again, you look lovely by the way, meet my friend…….” Then I notice the not so good looking guy standing near Wisdom he is wearing a casual shirt and jean and it fits his body perfectly, he interrupts the introduction as he bends towards me, sidestepping Wizzy like he wasn’t there, he bends down to kiss me on the forehead and says
“Becca how do you do, how is the baby doing” he smiles and sits down taking my free hand into his…..inner bitch!!!! Where art thee?? Okay no response she is shocked to silence that’s a first….
I am good and the baby is well” I reply… He smiles at me before turning his attention to Wizzy who stupidly remained there hasn’t he ever heard the word “mixing with the crowd”

Are you a friend of my lady??” He asks dismissively and with no interest at all
I was just leaving” Wizzy replied without even a glance at me for someone who couldn’t take his eyes off me I felt betrayed…..

The mysterious man releases my hand gently, stands up and says to Pharez

I will be going now, Eni it was nice to see you again”…..he paused for a while before turning to me
Godwin it was nice to meet you

Before “She” could find a response he was gone……
Wow!!!! Wow!!! Who the fuck is that???
I turn to see Eni and Pharez laughing…. Oh they find it amusing….
How nice????

So I need answers to my questions???” I say with my most polite voice

Pharez with a smile in his face says

Shoot
First of all who the fuck is he????????

To be continued…………….

Becca


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NEW MUSIC: Best Night by ‘Joba

‘Joba (full name; Jesujoba Popoola), the highly talented crooner that stole the hearts of nigerians and africans during his performance on stage of MTN Project Fame Season 4 with his ‘rich, warm chocolate-like’ voice (as described by Joke Silva) and lively personality. A graduate of Human Physiology from the University of Ilorin, he started singing from back in secondary school and before deciding on going into the project fame academy and taking his music to the main stage. His music cutting edge is his vocal strength and control and his ability to interprete any form of music with his versatile stage charisma.
He dropped a hot love ballad titled ‘Forgive Me’ in 2012 and has not looked back since.

Following his seemingly long hiatus after MTN Project Fame 4, ‘Joba (the man with the big voice) certainly thrills our ears and minds with this absolutely brilliant piece of work titled ‘Best Night’:

Joba plays volley ball and table tennis, would laugh out loud at a good joke and defines his fun as hanging out with people of like passion and talent..

“Best Night” ‘Joba’s first official single is a mix of smooth, rich vocals and a rare funky groove, is produced by OMO of Native Music.

If you love good music, download and enjoy.

Best Night – ‘Joba

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THE ADVENTURES OF A SOCIAL NETWORK ADDICT ( THE LAGOS CHRONICLES )

This article is based on true life experience

 

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CHAPTER 19

 

I didn’t sleep much cuz by 6am I was wide awake..and as always I reached for my phone which I had kept close by. Pings and pings to reply..I chuckled and wondered what Elizabeth would think if she woke up and went through my phone..contrary to public opinions, not all guys put up a password on their phones.. Quite a few guys don’t care, I am one of those few. For a lady to actually pick up my phone means she’s ready for the consequences *shrugs*…

I sat up and went about replying my pings and tweeting a lil while Elizabeth slept on, I glanced over to look at her once in a while. She had such a cute smile on her face while she slept..I grinned..nah, don’t think I was catching feelings, she just looked so cute while sleeping. After Kate and all, finally decided love wasn’t for people like me (that’s if there’s anyone out there as strange as I am). I continued with my phone till around 8:30am when Elizabeth rolled over and rested her head on my chest. She looked and smiled at me, I smiled back and kept on with my phone while she was looking at my fingers typing, I had nothing to hide. After a few minutes, I put my phone away and started cuddling her..

“Do you sleep at all?” She whispered…I didn’t reply..I was busy rolling her ass onto me properly. Funny how peeps think I don’t sleep. Like seriously, my cousins at home would tell you “Mayowa fit sleep ontop water’..lol..pointer to the fact that I tend to fall asleep at any effing time of the day..kinda life I live tho. *sighs*..

Once I had her fully on me, proceeded to let my hands underneath my shirt which was still on her..just kept rubbing her bare back while she buried her face between my neck and the pillow. I could feel my erection growing bigger. I stuck my face in her hair, close my eyes for a few seconds and took her off me.
I was reaching to take my boxers off when my phone rang..I looked at Elizabeth’s face, she had the ‘you are not gonna pick that’ look on..I just grinned and picked my phone..Caller ID was Demola, now what’s up?..

“Oga ade,where you dey?” He asked without any greeting sef.

“I dey bode thomas, wetin happen?”
“Dey come house jor, I know say you dey with woman. Sesan dey around with him girlfriend and Mugabs say he dey come too”

I so love hanging out with my school buddies..I didn’t even think about Elizabeth any more.

“All right..give me 20mins..shey food dey?”
“You dey mad, the one wey you chop yes…” I cut the call before he finished his speech.
 
Turned over to look at Elizabeth who was still cuddled up in bed. I kissed her forehead and told her I had an appointment to keep. She just shrugged as I headed for the bathroom..15mins later I was walking down the street to Demola’s place. On getting there, seems the whole gang was complete..on a early Saturday morning! Sesan and his girlfriend (whom he had met on 2go about 2years earlier, Ope who was the tallest amongst us, Mugabs, Jaiye and Kuru shortest and most troublesome). I could see about 3bottles of Russian Vodka on the floor, one was already empty.

“Weyreh you don go fuck olosho abi” Kuru spat out.

I smiled and replied “When I no be Demola na..you know say I no dey carry olosho”..everyone bursted out laughing, Demola just hissed and faced Mugabs..apparently he was in the middle of a story when I had walked in. I sat by the edge of the bed and listened

“The girl dey mad gan…walahi..as I dey fuck am, dey feel ontop of the world say yes I dey hammer am well..na so the idiot look up talk..”Do you know I don’t even know your surname”…omo my liver cut ni straight”….

We all bursted out laughing, I couldn’t believe a girl could be so insane. I pinched Sesan and asked which girl Demola was talking about and he said it was Bunmi Salau (oo Osu doughnut as we called her back in school cuz seriously that girl could fuck a horse).

“Wetin you con do?” Jaiye asked still laughing..

“I no do anything oo, but e be like say she noticed the expression for my face, she con begin dey make yeye yeye sounds ‘oo fuck me harder, yes yes!’I just dey curse the girl for my mind say na me she dey try deceive abi?”…Demola was shaking his head as he continued his story.

Everyone was laughing so hard that he had to pause. The girl had really belittled him.

“I no talk anything oo. We sha do finish. She go..I con sit down dey reason my life say no be say I don fuckup be dis?..well issorai, two days later I go Konigba (Konigba’s a popular joint in OOU. Popular cuz of an old woman that sold Jedi (local herbal drink)..I sit down, drank one bottle with those fried fish she dey always sell..as I reach house for evening, na so I call her to come over oo. I fuck this girl ehn, she scream by force”…

I was laughing so hard, I nearly fell off the bed. I had a first hand experience of what the jedi at Konigba could do to a man’s sexual prowess so I could relate to what he was saying. He continued…

“If to say I know say na me go suffer the consequences, I for no do strong head fuck am the second time o coz the next week wey I travel go house for Lagos..I fall sick ni straight! So te when dem carry me go hospital for checkup..I dey hundred percent sure say the Doctor know say I don go do pass myself. Since popsi dey beside me, the Doctor just code talk say make I reduce exercise and make I no too dey stress myself for school. I just dey nod say yes sir yes sir..me wey I know wetin cause my sickness..the following week wey I don recover small come back sch..as I dey drop for chips (the name of our bus stop) na Bunmi I first run into. I look up to Heaven ask if dem send dis girl to kill me ni. If you see the way she take smile at me ehn ask say wetin I bring come from house”…

Seriously I was pretty sure the sounds of our laughter could be heard outside the compound. This was effing hilarious..I was having a hard time breathing..he continued…..

“She sha help me carry bag go house..as we go enter room luckily,Lawal (his roomate then) dey room..I just greet dat one begin calcu how I go discharge the girl..na so she say she dey come oo. She comot for room. I dey relieved say she don go. I first sit down relax..con begin yarn Lawal d girl story..walahi e no reach 5minutes she don knock again oo..I just stand up enter toilet.”

 

To be continued………………………………………………….

THE ADVENTURES OF A SOCIAL NETWORK ADDICT

THE ADVENTURES OF A SOCIAL NETWORK ADDICT (THE LAGOS CHRONICLES)

This article is based on true life experience

CHAPTER 18

After waiting for over an hour and I began to go through my back-up options. It was almost midnight so going to Okota at this time was definitely out of the question. Lekki was out of the option. The only two options l had left now was to either go back to Demola’s place or the crib at Shitta, didn’t like the idea of both.
I dipped my hands into my pocket to check up the time on my phone and saw a text. Fuck! The text was about 15mins old, I had forgotten to take my phone off silent mode when we got out of the cinema.

The Text:
“Mayo, am not sure about coming
Back.. Am scared but if u ask me
To come back. I will”

Shey this girl well sha?! What had we agreed on before she left?! I wanted to call her and blast her but once again the gentleman in me came up and I replied her,

“Liz, if you don’t wanna come back
Its all good won’t force you to do what you don’t want to, tho I really do want you to come been here for over an hour now”

See me forming text ooo, me wey dey boil!

Now packed right across me was a Rapid Response truck and basically I would look like a suspect to them. I was on my favourite all black outfit, I was over 6ft tall, I had been standing at a spot for over an hour looking left, right and center. Nigerian Police especially those in Surulere arrest people with even less characteristics. I started weighing my options once again, after about 15mins of thinking and basically re-thinking..I decided to find a place to crash and count my losses..was about turning away when a cab pulled up and Elizabeth stepped out. Phew! This girl can kill sha!

I waited while she strolled over and stood on her toes to kiss my cheeks.

“I am sorry” She muttered..nah, she wasn’t sorry yet, she would be by the time I am in her.
“Its nothing, you good tho?” The decent me asked. She nodded in the affirmative and we started walking towards a nearby guesthouse we had noticed earlier. We walked in silence, got here and in less than 10mins were in a room. I yanked off my clothes and headed off to the bathroom. I was feeling exhausted, was silently praying the bathroom had a shower that worked. And luckily my prayers were answered. I got in, turned it on and just stood there. Started thinking while letting the water run its course. Must have spent close to 20mins in there cuz the next thing I heard was Elizabeth asking if I wanted to wash away all my sins. I laughed and got out..

“Cover that thing jor!” She said as she threw a towel at me. I just shook my head and proceeded to get dry. The AC in the room was at full blast and the weather outside was even cold enough. I was having goose bumps. Got my boxers on and hopped into bed drew duvet up to my abdomen. Elizabeth had gone into the bathroom. She must have spent quite a while in there cause I have no memory of her coming out. I had slept off,she was tugging at my shoulders(see me oo, brother Ode wey wan fuck, sleeping on duty).

“I am cold,where’s your shirt” she asked.
Shirt bawo, what is the purpose of my been here when na my shirt she wan use keep warm? I didn’t say anything, the gentle side of me was obviously running this episode of my life. I got out of bed, went to pick my shirt from the chair I had placed it on, walked over to her side of the bed and then proceeded to fit her in it.

“Feeling better” I asked
“Yea” she said as she pulled my face close and kissed my nose, I turned it up a notch and kissed her straight on the mouth. Her hands were now on my shoulders, going round my neck.

Finally! I stuck my hands underneath the shirt and start tugging her nipples. She sat up properly and was now hugging tightly as I bit on her lower lips. I had let my hands strolled behind and unhook her bra..hands were now going down to her panties. I definitely had to taste what I was going to fuck. Then…

“No, I don’t want to do this” she moaned.
Ha! Shey dis girl no ya weyreh so? “Can’t do this” ke. Come oo, shey no be ogbanje I go carry so..and once again the gentle me was in charge. I took a deep breathe and kissed her forehead.
“It’s all aii, hun..can’t touch you without your permission (my usual line but true..never understood how guys enjoy forced sex)..I kissed her on the forehead once more and pulled up the duvet up to her breast.

“Sleep, its already late”..I was already calculating my loss for the night.. Not the cash but my hard-on. Sleep no gree at all..I just kept staring at the ceiling, everywhere was cold as fuck.

Only a matter of minutes and I could hear Elizabeth’s deep breathing as she slept on. I sighed and was wondering how dudes who rape enjoy it sef. I don’t know how or when I dozed off but my eyes went wide open when I heard

“Are you sleeping?”…
Sleeping ke? No oo..I was wide awake.
“No, I am not..tired but sleep isn’t just coming”…sharp lie. She rolled over and kissed my cheek. Next thing I knew was she was rolling over and stradling me. That ass on me ehn! I made no move to touch her or anything. My hands were still behind my head.

“I don’t like to regret things but I really want you in me” she said. Ehen me want myself in you sef abi dis girl no know as e dey go ni?
“Its your choice, dearie” I smiled at her…she lifted her ass up a little and dipped her hand down below to grab my dick which as usual wasn’t paying attention to me (the legal owner), in her hands (the rightful owner) now, it was on rampage..she used my dickhead to brush asides her panties and without taking anything off, slide my dick into her pussy which was already dripping.

She was pretty tight cause my dick found no breathing space. It was heaven even my hands left the back of my head and went straight to her ass. She was moaning now as I sat up a lil and started kissing and nibbling on her neck. Kissed the base of her neck right to her jaw and then behind her ears. Her moans were getting louder while I tried not to pay attention to my dick. The more attention you pay to your dick, the faster you are likely to cum, (many guys don’t know this). So during sex, I always find something else doing. I squeezed her ass hard and slid a finger between her cheeks. Didn’t know if she liked spanking but decided to try it. She was lost in ecstasy as I spank her soft round ass..immediately she laughed and jumped off me. Rolled over with ass shooting out. I needed no second invitation, I was on her within a blinking second, parted her thighs as I went into her tight pussy once more.

I was pounding her fast and hard now, she was moaning out and pretty loud now. Each time I went down, my lower abdomen kept hitting her ass. I slid a hand between her and the bed and then started rubbing on her pussy as I kept fucking her. I knew I was going to cum soon but I wanted her to cum first. I kissed behind her neck as I increased the tempo of my dick going into her. I raised my upper body a little and looked at my dick going in and out and then realised I was fucking her without a condom, damn!!! I had totally lost it. This didn’t hinder me as I kept fucking her hard, I could see her gripping the bed and her pussy getting tighter. I knew she was about to cum and I was already about to lose it. I closed my eyes as I shot my load all into her. Just like I had pushed her to the limit, she was cumming all over my dick at the same time. I was breathing heavily as I was cumming to my senses and noting the stupid, dumb mistakes I had made in less than 30mins. No condoms and I had released all into her. My worries were short-lived as she rolled over and smiled at me. She pulled me down to her and kissed me.

Well it had happened, the deed has been done and there was nothing I could do about it. I was still staring at her while she fell asleep and I rolled over to my side and started facing my demons.

With sleep now far from me, the thought of her getting pregnant and me contacting an STD occupied my mind as I stared all night at the ceiling wishing and hoping none ever happen.

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Excerpts from Chapter 19 “as I dey fuck am, na so she look my face..’You know I don’t even know your surname”

THE ADVENTURES OF A SOCIAL NETWORK ADDICT

THE ADVENTURES OF A SOCIAL NETWORK ADDICT (THE LAGOS CHRONICLES)

This article is based on true life experience

CHAPTER 17

I tried and tried to suppress it, gradually as the hall was getting filled up..I just had to let it rip in a quiet manner. Funny thing about farting, you are always the first to perceive the odour. As the smell hit my nose, I squeezed my face and grumbled.

“Crazy peeps” I muttered under my breathe.
“What is wrong”..Elizabeth peered at my face as she asked. Obviously she had not perceived the smell yet. But it was better to stick with my alibi tho.
“You can’t smell anything?”I asked in supposed astonishment.
“Nah, I can’t” was the reply.

Guess I was all clear. Phew! Movie finally started after a few promos had run by. Going by previous experiences with other girls I made no move to touch Elizabeth. My hands were busy with the hotdog first then the popcorn which was based on Elizabeth’s thighs. I guess my stomach really wanted food while my head wanted something else. I began paying more attention to the movie and I must say I wasn’t disappointed. I have never watched any Nigerian movies in a cinema before (Hell! I don’t even watch them on TV) but Weekend getaway was making me second doubts.

I was so engrossed in the movie that I didn’t notice Elizabeth’s hand were rubbing my thighs. It took me a while to boot. I just looked at her and smiled..turned my face back to the movie. I think that smile gave her more confidence cause the next think I knew, her hands were on my belt buckle. I started grinning to myself, I was going to get head in a cinema (only ever happened to me once and I must tell you, the feeling’s priceless). I looked round..the person closest to me was about five seats to my left and judging by the way he was looking at the screen, he was more interested in the movie than whatever was going or about to go on around him. I adjusted and now ready for paradise…if only I knew the kinda torment I was up for ehn, I would have stopped her. She got my belt buckle loose, unhooked my jean button and slid her hands into my boxers..oo yes, go girl go go. I was smiling like an idiot now. She started stroking my dick which in its usual senselessness was standing at attention..I was staring at the screen and all of a sudden the movie wasn’t making sense anymore.. I was waiting for her to go down low. She was now stroking me faster. Which kain mad girl be this? Did she want me to cum before sucking me abi wetin? I was about cumming when she suddenly stopped and placed her fingertips on my dick cap and pinched…omo, that sperm ran back ni ooo. Now I was sweating, bone the cool atmosphere in the cinema hall I was sweating. Ok, maybe now she was ready to suck on it. The thought comforted me…I adjusted again as she gripped my dick..she started stroking..would this girl for christ’s sake quit fooling around and get down to the koko. She started going fast again and again pinching my cap when I was about to cum.

I suffered this pain in silence four times in a row each time consoling myself that my dick would soon be in her mouth. After the fourth time, I decided to pay her in her own coin. I removed her hand gently and placed it on her thighs. Since I am quite tall..I could see right down her cleavage and that was where I headed to. I slid my hands down her jalamia and squeezed her boobs along the way. She put her face down and was staring at my hand as my fingers made its way to one of her nipples..they were already erect as fuck. I could feel her breathe on my wrist as I started rolling her nipples between my fingers, pulling and pinching them as I did so. She looked up in pleasure and I noticed her eyes were closed..correct, I was hitting jackpot. I continued this absent minded as my face returned to the big screen. She was breathing fast, I could tell..she suddenly yanked my hands out of her bra..hmm oh well..I didn’t say anything. We both continued staring at the movies in silence.

I don’t know how many minutes had passed till I could feel her tugging at my shirt. I turned my face to answer her when my lips were met with hers..I couldn’t even think..her lips were soft and inviting. I was stroking her arm through her cloth as the kiss drew longer. I felt her hands moving underneath my shirt and rubbing my naked chest. Now she was pulling at my nipples. She moaned in my mouth as I picked one of her legs and placed it across my legs.. I was thinking, what next? What next? Ooo! Definitely we weren’t going to fuck in a cinema na but then where was this kiss headed to? I was still thinking when she broke off the kiss abruptly…what was wrong? She recoiled in her seat. Errrr was my breathe bad..or was the kiss horrible? I was pretty sure it wasn’t any of the two. Nothing more happened till the end of the movie. We got along with everyone else but I didn’t move.

Was waiting for my silly dick to be at ease..finally we made our way out, Elizabeth was back holding my arm. As we got out to the hallway, she excused herself and made her way to the ladies rest room. I looked at my wristwatch, it was almost 10:30 pm..

As I was standing there and noticed that everywhere was virtually empty, an idea popped into my head.. I picked up my phone and called Elizabeth. She didn’t pick rather next thing I noticed she was coming out of the rest room. Damn!

“Time’s running late” she smiled as she said so..
“I know, I was calling you to find out if anyone else was in the rest room”
“None” then suddenly her face lit up as she got what I was trying to do. I didn’t say anything as we took the escalator downstairs. I held her hand and made straight for the male rest room..there was none in.. PERFECT!

I pulled her into one of the stalls, closed up one of the toilet seats and sat on it..bringing her to sit on me..my hands moved fast, were already underneath her jalamia in a matter of seconds. Finding the hook of the jean she had on wasn’t that difficult, all this while I kept her mouth busy with mine..probing every corner of her mouth with my tongue. I unhooked her jean and slid one my hands into her panties..my fingers making instant connection with her pussy lips..she was really wet and ready..I rubbed her for a while before bringing over one of my hands to my belt buckle..my other hand was already on her backside.

I playfully let one of my fingers slide between her ass cheeks as I finally free my dick from clothing prison. I grabbed her hips and made attempt to pull her up so I could finally get her jeans and panties down. As I made my move, she broke our kiss once more and started moaning ‘no’ no’…no no bawo..I was already at quarter to. Which one be no no? Fuck this. I took my hands off her and heaved. I looked at her as she leaned against the wall resting her head on it in the process. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her breathing heavily. I stood up and adjusted my clothing, buckled my belt back and waited for whatever was next.

After what seemed like eternity, she started pulling her panties back on properly, hooking her jean back on too ending it all by smoothing her jalamia over everything. All the while her eyes were still closed.

“I can’t do this” she finally said as she opened her eyes.
“Its all right..I understand. Its getting late tho, let’s go”.

In my boxers, it wasn’t ok at all. My dick was at war with my boxers. My head was at war with my heart. I just had to do the right thing!
We got out of the rest room and everywhere was empty. Walked out the mall encountering only the late night guards.

“So where are you going to now?” She asked.
“Home..Okota, can’t go to Lekki tonight..what about you?”
“Wanna get sharwarma and then head home”
“Oh ok, where do you wanna get the sharwama?” I asked…
“Let’s stroll along Bode Thomas, we would see”

And then we began to walk in silence hand in hand. It was a pretty cold night and I was beginning to have a slight headache. I rubbed my forehead.

“Mayo, ehmmm what if I went home to pick a few things and spend the night with you?” She broke the silence.
Ehn! My brain went into overdrive..started putting two and two together.
“Well I don’t think I would go to Okota then, we would have to get an hotel room around”
“Ermmm. ok but I would need to get a cab”..she continued.

Was this going to be a great idea? I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. To me, it was perfect. We finally got her a cab while I promised I’d wait at the Eric Moore/Bode Thomas intersection. I made a quick dash to the nearest ATM machine as the taxi took off. Withdrew Five Thousand Naira to add to the One Thousand plus I still had in my wallet then I walked back to the intersection and started waiting.

An hour later, I was still waiting.

To be continued…………………………………..

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