Sensibly Horny,lol...

His lips on my breast ignited passions long forgotten.

As his hand wandered downwards, I knew what was coming

A part of me wanted to stop him for sensible reasons…

another wanted the pleasure to go on forever,

“Come on girl, it’s been a while!” my naughty mind urged.

Uuuuhh….aaahhhh…..stroke me…yea….like dat…yea…

The sound of his zipper brought me back to earth. Hmmm... did I really want to go this far yet?

Oh but I REALLY, TRULY want this!

I pulled his head up from my breast.

“Where is the Condom?”

“I don’t have any”

“ Whaaaaaaaaaaaat???!!! So what’s ur plan? You want to do without?

“Come on baby, it don’t matter, I won’t come inside of you…” he pleaded.

“Dude! Who is talking about coming? You aint ever heard of AIDS???”

“Come on babe, I'm clean…pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

“Please ke? Okay so u are clean, do you know if I am? Abeg bros e no do me like dat!”

I went to bed horny as hell.

But I guess it’s better than risking my life for a few minutes of pleasure.

Missed u all...

Aphro

A Post in Two parts.

*Very Very long post alert* Read at ur own discretion,lol...

Sorry guys for not putting up this post earlier. Just been caught up with so many other stuffs. I haven’t been very happy too. Yea, O is the cause, who else? Fineboy agbero, oya gloat all you want, lol…

Am sure most of you already know that we were blessed with a long holiday these past days. FIVE WHOLE DAYS to rest and play! It was meant to be a wonderful one. I made so many plans. Plans on how I and O would spend the holiday together, enjoying each others company. Something which we haven’t been able to do in a while cos of his crazy work schedule. He is always working, even most weekends so you see why I was very excited about the holidays especially as it coincided with their bank’s financial year end and he had promised me that we would have enough time to spend with each other.

Things didn’t go as planned. We had one of our worst lovers tiffs during the period and well, yea the hols turned out to be a sad, boring and depressing one for me. I don’t know how it was for him. I dont know If he was as miserable as I was, but then he stayed away so I guess he was comfortable with the situation.

Why am I rambling?

I am supposed to gist you guys how the meeting with Sister Prayer warrior on Friday went. Okay I better start with that gist first, will still get to I and O’s issues later.

This post will be in two parts.

PART 1- MEETING WITH S.P
Friday morning, I didn’t go to work. I dressed up as decently as I could(Not that I don’t dress decently before o, just that I needed to polish up my good girl image,lol…). In my long gown, jacket and scarf, I drove down to Sister Prayer’s place. Incidentally, She lived in my vicinity so it was more like a 5mins drive.
My friend had told me she starts to see people from 9a.m so I wanted to get there on time cos I assumed there were going to lots of people there(you all know how our Naija peeps love prophecy and miracles) and I didn’t want to be the last on the line.

I got to Sister Prayer’s house at about five mins to Nine. It was a nice looking compound with a big white house. It wasn’t the usual prayer house setting. She held her prayers and consultations with people in her living room. It was more like a group of close family friends having a tea party thing, u get? I discovered that it wasn’t a crowd affair. All through the time I was there up till when she finally saw me, there were only about 8 of us. Three I had met there when I came and four others who came later. I shouldn’t have worried about coming late and being last in line cos there was no line. I learnt from one of the ladies I met there that sister prayer didn’t start her office till 10a.m so I had to wait one extra hour after I got there. I soon drifted off to sleep while waiting. Don’t blame me, the cushion was plush,lol…

From the look of her home, It was obvious Sister Prayer and her family were not hungry people. I remembered my friend telling me that she didn’t accept money or gifts from people. She always said that Jesus was providing for her family and she didn’t need anyone’s money. That helped to reduce my skepticism cos I was always wary of those prayer warriors that ask you to bring money for all sorts of things ranging from oil to candles and all what not. Some even tell you to pay for people who will fast for you if you cant do it urself, imagine!

Back to my gist…

At about 10a.m, Sister prayer(let’s call her S.P from now) came into the living room. She wasn’t as old as I had expected. She looked to be in her early forties. She greeted everyone and asked that we knelt down for prayers. Sorry, I didn t menton this earlier. S.P is catholic which was one reason I agreed to go see her. I am also catholic and I can tell you that in the catholic church, stuffs like prophets, visioners, prayer warriors are not that common. The church frowns at them not cos it is wrong or anything but because they believe that a lot of times, it is difficult to discern btw those who are working with the power of God and the fake ones who are working with the devil so before the church recognizes a person to be a prophet/prayer warrior they must have done a lot of investigations spiritually and otherwise to be sure he/she is working under the dictates of the holy spirit. I decided to go see S.P cos my friend also told me that the priests in my parish recognized her and were aware that she held prayers and counseling sessions in her home.

After the prayers, she started to call people one after the other to a corner of the living room(the dining area) where she had set up a mini-office.
Soon enough, it got to my turn. After introducing myself, I explained the reason I was there. I was having a lot of suitors and I needed to know the will of God concerning my marriage. She smiled and spoke very softly(She had the softest voice). She talked about how first of all, I needed to amend my life and get closer to God in prayers. She asked about the last time I received communion which I must confess had been a long time (Una no say aphro na big sinner now. Number 1 sin-FORNICATION,it’s a sin whether we like to admit it or not).
We talked for a while. During the discussion, she made me see reason why I needed to go to confession and renew my relationship with God all over. She also gave me some prayers to say for a month after which I should come back to see her and by then she would have a message from God for me.
It wasn’t what I had expected. I mean, I had expected her to lay hands on me or something and start seeing visions or something but it wasn’t like that. It was more like a conversation with a friend. She made me feel very comfortable and after the session, my heart was made up that she was for real. I must add tho that while she was talking, I was wondering what to do with O cos if I go to confession, I couldn’t continue in the same sin. I couldn’t continue making love with him although am not sure if kissing and touchery is also out of the question.
Guys, I need your opinion on this. Am thinking, if he is really sincere, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

I haven’t started the prayers yet. I plan to go for confession this weekend then start the prayers afterwards.

Okay, so that was how my meeting with S.P went.

PART 2- HOLIDAY QUARREL
O had told me some time past that his mum was eager to meet me and he wanted me to meet her on Sunday(last Sunday). I agreed.

So Sunday morning, after church, He called to say he was coming to get me in the afternoon. I was apprehensive. What if she didn’t like me? What if I didn’t like her? He waved off my fears saying she loved me already and It was just a formality.

So I got dressed up, looking like a cute, good girl in my white shirt and red top,lol…

To cut long story short. The meeting with his mum went well. we hit it off rightaway. She regaled me with gists about O from when he was a kid. It was obvious she thought the world of her son. I laughed hard when she said “My son is a hot cake o!” I responded “Mama, I am a hot cake too o…ask my mama” All in all, it was a fun meeting. She brought out a bottle of wine and asked O to say a prayer over it. It was funny cos I didn’t know he could pray like dat. After the prayer, we shared the drink while listening to his mum's non-stop gists.

O stylishly whispered in my ears that we had to leave cos his mum would go on and on if we let her. Hugs and bye-byes done, we left for the mall to see a movie.

We didn’t do the movie again cos it was too late when we got there and I didn’t want to stay out too late. So we decided to do some window shopping in some of the stores there. While walking around the stores, I noticed O wasn’t looking bright and he wasn’t responding to me like before. I kept asking what was wrong with him and he kept saying “nothing, I’m okay”. It was soon obvious that he wasn’t okay and I kept badgering him to tell me what was wrong. After much pressure he told me he wasn’t feeling too well, he was feeling dizzy. I insisted we sit down somewhere so he could rest. After some time, I asked if he was feeling better and he said yes. It was getting late so we had to leave. I offered to drive us home even tho I don’t drive a manual car but he refused saying he could manage. As we walked to the car park, I noticed he kept wincing so I asked again how he was feeling. He didn’t reply. I kept asking but he wasn’t talking.

On the drive back home, I asked again. He still didn’t talk, just kept wincing like he was in pain. Then I asked If there was anything I could do to make him feel better. He said No, and that just being there was enough. Seeing as he didn’t want to talk anymore I decided to keep quiet but in my heart I was feeling sad and miserable cos I didn’t like to see him like dat.

At a point, during the drive he spoke:
“Aphro, why are you sulking? Be yourself, sing, dance for me like you used to”
But I wasn’t in the mood for singing and dancing so I replied “I don’t feel like…”
We didn’t talk to each other after that although I kept sneaking glances at him. He had stopped wincing and was beginning to look okay. I soon drifted off to sleep only to wake up when he drove into my close. I turned to look at him and he asked “So have you finished sulking?” I was like “I wasn’t sulking, just felt that you didn’t want to talk so I kept quiet”
Next he started talking about how uncaring I was and how I was supposed to know what to do to make him feel okay. I was like "What did you expect me to do? You weren’t even talking to me. When I asked how you were feeling, you wouldn’t respond. I just assumed you wanted to be left alone"

I don’t even know how it happened but next thing, he was screaming at me“Stop it aphro, just stop it! I am fed up of this attitude of yours. It doesn’t always have to be about you everytime"….I was shocked at his outburst. This wasn’t the first time he was making that statement about it being all about me always.
“All about me? You keep saying this everytime when it is really you who makes it all about you everytime…” I tried to stop the tears but they were already flowing. When he saw I was crying, he reached for my hands and stroked them while I cried on in silence. I finally pulled myself together and said quietly “I should be going”. He nodded and I got down from the car. No goodbyes, no kisses, nothing.
Maybe I shouldn’t have left that way but I felt hurt at what he had said. There I was trying to reach out to him, if possible bear some of his pain and he wasn’t responding to me. Maybe I shouldn’t have given up easily, maybe I should have tried another approach to make him feel better but one thing I know is I never make it all about me like he said.

Later when I had calmed down, I sent him a text.
“Hope you got home safe. Sorry for this evening. I really wished I could do some thing to lessen ur pain but sadly I couldn’t be for you what you wanted. I want ur happiness always but I may not be the girl for you. Loved meeting ur mum anyway, she is cool. Good night”

His reply didn’t come until after I had slept. I saw his missed calls and text the next morning.
“Nice touch about you not being the girl for me. It’s very amusing especially after just meeting my mum. Trying to tell me something?”

Later that Monday he called on the phone. Our conversation went something like this:
O: How are you? Haven’t you been seeing my missed calls?
Me: I have…
O: So? You couldn’t call back or what?
Me: I didn’t have credit(Lie)
O: Okay. So what did you mean by you not been the girl for me?
Me: Just what I meant. That maybe we are not meant for each other. I have never been a quarrelling person but with you, its almost as if we are always quarrelling over the littlest things
O: Oh yea? You know what Aphro? If that’s the way you see it, then do what you want.
The line went dead. He dropped the phone.
I couldn’t believe it. Did he just drop the phone on me? I wanted him to apologise for making me cry yesterday and here he was dropping the phone on me. I made up my mind, I wasn’t going to call him. If that’s the way the relationship would end, then so be it.

Meeeen, this has got to be my longest post ever!

To wrap up this gist, he didn’t call back. I didn’t call him too so the rest of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday was spent with me wallowing in depression, resisting the temptation to call him and wishing he would call. I had to drag myself out on Wednesday to go see a movie although it wasn’t fun without him. I even sent him a text to wish him a happy independence day which he didn’t reply.

Thursday morning, I finally called him. I was upset he hadn’t bothered to check on me or even reply my text. He couldn’t give any excuse and apologized for not replying or calling. Later he sent me a text:
“Happy Independence day my love. This text is dated 01/10/08”

Can you believe this guy?!!!

Maybe I should just forget about this whole love business and settle with B.G, K or Bobo Nice.

The stress is too much!

Ur opinion guys?

The long awaited gist and some more...

Ehen…am back to tell the gist everyone has been waiting to hear. I no say if I no do this post today, some peeps go swear for me,lol…
Una see how much I love una wey go make me leave my work come dey update blog. And it’s not like am getting paid for it o,lol…in fact we need to start collecting fees for reading blogs sef or wetin una feel,lol…

Okay so how did the deed happen? Florida I hope you'll stop feeling one kind after reading.

Make una coolu temper, i dey come now(no pun intended o), patience...patience,lol…

As usual, am going to start from the last time I posted before the last(am I making sense?) Okay from two posts back.

As at last Friday, I was so sure O was becoming past tense in my life. X had been really nice and great and I was beginning to feel the way to go was with him and not with O. Yea O had apologized a few days back and promised to put more effort into the relationship than he had been doing previously but still he spoilt it all when I asked what plans he had for our relationship and he replied that we should take things a day at a time unlike X who stated confidently that he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving me as in marriage and all the works.

Saturday, I had an event to attend. A friend’s baby’s naming ceremony. X asked to accompany me and I said fine why not. We went together and later on went to see a movie at the cinema. All the time we were together, my mind kept going back to O. O had told me earlier that he would be working that day but he would call to check up on me throughout the day. My phone was on silent cos I didn’t want an embarrassing situation with X. The plan was to avoid picking O’s calls except when it was okay and convenient to answer it. Unfortunately, it was never convenient. X superglued himself to me all day, the guy just didn’t want to let me out of his sight justifiably though cos I was looking so yummylicious,lol…

So there we were...X and I and O’s calls kept coming in. My phone was on silent so X wasn’t aware but I knew and next thingI started feeling bad for O. I suddenly wanted the date to end so I could be rid of X and be able to call O. Anyway, our date didn’t end till late that evening and I practically had to beg X to go home cos he still wanted to hang out at my place a while before leaving. Finally he left and I called O. There was relief in his voice when i called cos he had been worried that something was wrong cos he had been calling all day and I wasn’t picking. I assured him that all was well and I wasn’t able to pick his calls cos I was in a noisy place. He didn’t pry as to where I went and I didn’t volunteer any more info. However he insisted that we were spending the next day Sunday together and even though he still had some unfinished work at the office he would try to round up on time so that we could spend some time together. I was willing cos spending the Sunday with O looked more interesting than spending it with X.

So Sunday, after church, I sent O a text asking what time he would be coming. I wanted him to come early so we could spend enough time together. He called to say he would make it around 1pm. I decided to take a short nap before it was time to get ready. I overslept and woke up around 2.30pm. OMG! I thought. I had kept the poor guy waiting! I checked my phone expecting to see several missed calls but there was none so I called to find out what was up only for him to tell me that he was stuck in the office as his boss had just arrived but that he would try to make it down before 5 so we could catch the 6 o’ clock movie. I wasn’t happy but wetin I go do now? So I just chilled.
X called to ask if he could come over but I told him I was out of the house.
Na so I begin wait for O o! I waited and waited and waited until I fell asleep again out of boredom,lol… This time I woke up around 6pm. No O…No missed calls. By now I was so furious that if I called him, I would probably eat him raw so I decided not to call, I just stewed in my anger. Then his text came in:
“Baby am so so sorry. Finally left the office now and on my way to ur end. Will make it up to you, I promise”
Hiss. I was pissed.
Around few minutes to 8pm, he arrived and was all apologies. I was angry but my anger was more because the day had been wasted and we hadn't been able to spend the time together as I had planned.
I didn’t talk. I was just boning. Then he said he was going to try to get us to the cinema in 15mins so we could catch the 8pm movie. This was a trip that normally took like 35mins o! I got into the car and he started doing some Jackie chan stunts on the road. Na im me I remember say I be my parents first pikin and I never ready to die yet so I told him I wasn’t interested in the movie again and we should just hang out in the neighbourhood. We usually hang out at this dance bar close to my house so we decided to go there for some drinks but not before we stopped over at a suya spot to buy some suya.

At the dance bar we sat a corner hidden from the view of other customers. We talked and we smooched. Okay we smooched more than we talked,lol… there was just something about that evening. Maybe cos we hadn’t seen each other for a while. We were really absorbed in ourselves. We couldn’t get our hands off each other. The heat got really intense and he began to stroke me under my top,fondling my boobs and tweaking my nipples. Then he buried his head in my chest and sucked on my boobs like a new born baby. I cradled his head with my arms and if you were passing our seat, you probably wouldn’t guess what was going on. The excitement mounted , I could feel his erection and my juices had begun to flow. We had to stop before things got out of hand.

Later as he dropped me off, we kissed. It was meant to be a goodbye kiss o but the next thing I knew we were tearing away again at each other. This time we went farther than we did at the dance bar. His hands found their way into my pants and he started pleasuring me.

Abeg me I no sabi gist erotic stories like afrobabe o!

He wanted us to do right there and I was like the place is not right and all. Doing it in the car is not just my idea if how I want our first time to be. Then a wild thought came into my head. My folks were out of town and my younger ones would be probably asleep cos it was late. Why not we head to a nice cosy hotel and spend the night together. Immediately I suggested it, I wasn’t sure anymore but then I had already said it and O was all for it(before nko,lol…). I went into the house, picked up a few things and we drove straight to this hotel near my house.

I stayed in the car while he went to make the arrangements then he came to get me and we went in. The room wasn’t bad. It was small and cosy but it was okay. It felt like a honeymoon even though we knew in our hearts why we were there. It wasn’t just about sex for me although I must admit I wanted to satisfy my curiosity and all but I also wanted to spend the night in his arms and he also confessed that he had dreamt of the day we would spend the night together for so long. Remember we’ve been dating since February and this would be our first time together. I know 5months is not too long but we try na, some people dey do am for the first date sef,lol…

Okay so back to my gist.

We got in. I went to have my bath first and locked the door. O was laughing at my shyness. It was funny cos it was only a matter of minutes before he saw the whole thing so what was the point locking the door,lol…anyway I sha locked the door and wore my nightie before coming out of the bathroom. Then he went into have his bath. He didn’t lock the door. What’s up with men and their lack of shyness sef?!! They love to fluant their stuff especially when they know they are well endowed,lol...Well since he left the door open, I went to peep,lol... He knew I was peeping cos I was like “Am looking o!” That was when I saw the sneak preview of what was down there. It wasn’t exactly massive but you wouldn’t call it small. I started wondering what it was I felt the other day. Did my hands deceive me?

I was still wondering when he finished his bath and came out. One thing led to the other and we landed on the bed. Charizard you were right o! You can never tell how big a man is until he is fully aroused. When O’s kini was fully erect, I couldn’t believe the transformation…in short, the bobo try for that side and he get gather small skills join am.

Abeg wetin una want hear again? I don talk am say I no sabi give details o

Anyway he was very anxious that I had as much pleasure as he did. At this point I must confess something. This is the part Smaragd was anxious to know. I don’t even know how to say it sef peeps. Okay here it is…I have never come as in the mind blowing, body tingling orgasm. I haven’t experienced it like that. Maybe I have come but didn’t know I did but wait o, the way people describe it, I should know when I do abi?
In fact the thing tire me sha. Maybe I am the problem here. Maybe am not destined to ever know what it feels like to come. I think I was circumcised as a baby. Could that be the reason why?
Another confession, I even bought a vibrator recently and a CD titled-‘A female’s guide to multiple orgasms’ but for where, I tried all the techniques wey I see inside, no show.

Anyway to cut the long story short cos this post is getting wayyy too long and revealing. We did it. O and I. It was one of my best experiences so far but still I did not come. O wanted me to come before he did so he delayed his orgasm for long but when I couldn’t take it anylonger cos I was getting very sore and tired, I urged him to come. He wasn't too happy that he didn’t get me to come but I assured him it was okay but really it wasn't, I just wanted him to stop feeling bad.

Since that episode, things have been fine with us. We've been really chummy like stamp and letter. He hasn’t stopped showering me with attention and he assures me that things will only get better.

But will they? Will I ever come?

I bow o...

Una don put me for trouble o...

THE DEED HAS BEEN DONE…
I was mistaken…maybe my hands deceived me or my eyes been no see well,lol…My friends, I must confess say wetin my eyes and ‘that part’ of my anatomy see enh… my mouth can’t fit talk,lol…

Infact to cut long story short, I no fit siddon well for now.

I dey come make I go buy Vaseline…

O too much...

Ramblings

Hey people! How una dey? I hope y’all are bouncing fine, eh?
Okay I hear a loud yeaaaaaaaaaa, that’s very good.

Sorry I abandoned blogville for a few days. It’s been crazy with work meeen…e be like say this people no want make I blog o cos the rate with which the work dey pile up enh, my people una go pity me,lol…

So what’s been happening? Anybody slap any body? Anybody thief anybody boyfriend? Did afro get a tatoo or join the convent? Florida don open sex education school or did smaragd become an air-hostess yet?lol..

Don’t mind me, just fooling :)

So I know your ears are twitching for some gists.

Nothin much has been happening.

This time I mean it.

I haven’t sampled O’s ‘kini’ so I can’t tell you anything about it.

Hmmm…just remembered something.

Last weekend we were talking about stuff and somehow our gist drifted to sex.

O: Ehen…you know we still got unfinished business babe?
Me: What unfinished business?
O: You know what am saying girl…since that night…I haven’t stopped thinking about it…you know babe, I cant wait to show you the stuff am made of.

Wetin this bobo dey yarn? Which stuff? The one wey I know abi na another one?

Me: Plzzzz…stop blowing you trumpet…I’ll like to see for myself and not hear…lets wait till then”
O: Okay…okay I won’t talk about it…lets wait till then

Hmmm…the bobo fit get some hidden skills o. Make we dey see now

Eh ya…peeps I gotta run now. O is in my office waiting for me to round up work so we can go have lunch someplace. He didn’t go to work today cos he is not feeling well so I got him to myself all day. Hurrray!!!
What’s left is for me to convince Bossie that am not feeling too well too,…am not lying o…your girl’s got headache,lol…

I haven’t ever seen a movie on a weekday, hmmm…would be nice if I can do that today, don’t ya think so?

It’s weird. O is seated right in front of me and am typing away about him,lol…if only he knew!

God no go let am read this blog lai,lai

Peace out guys!

BIG thing no be Ultimate o!

Hey y’all!
Your comments on my previous post are very much appreciated. Some of them cracked me up badly, some made me think hard. I confess when I was typing that post, I had almost made up my mind that O and I cannot work. I just didn’t see myself doing business with ‘small’things,lol…However after your enlightening comments, I have decided to give the ‘small thing’ the benefit of the doubt. Let’s see if small thing can do great things,lol… as they say small can also be mighty, right?

Afrobabe’s comment particularly got me thinking.

It was so true.

Sometimes BIG thing is not the best o. The pain can supercede the sweetness and then you end up feeling uncomfortable even days after the deed is done.
Maybe small thing isn’t so bad afterall, as long as it can hit the right spots and the guy is also good with his tongue and hands, things should be alright or what do you think?

I remember doing it with X and how painful and sore I usually was after each encounter. X is well endowed down there and has a way of going at it fast and rough. One of my friends I discussed it with then said he was f..king me and not making love to me. According to her theory, f..king is when a guy just goes at it for his own satisfaction instead of pleasuring his partner. I don’t know if she was right but one thing I knew for sure was I never came!

I hope am not spoiling any underage pikin o!

Two days ago, I met up with X for drinks after work.

We were talking about stuff generally when I blurted.
“You know all the time we made love when we were together, I never came?”
He looked stunned. After a few minutes of silence he spoke
“You never came…why?”
Staring at him unflinchingly, I continued
“You were always so rough, remember I used to complain then (at this point he nods his head) about how painful it was for me whenever we made love and how i used to dab my privates with hot water to soothe the soreness”
“But I thought I used to ask if you came and you said yes”
“Asked? You never did”
“Hmmm….”

So my peeps, you see BIG things are not always the ultimate.

I’ll give O’s small thing a chance

Hopefully, I won’t be disappointed.

Enjoy ur weekend everyone and don't do what i wouldn't do,lol...

I HATE SMALL THING!

Hey friends!
What’s going on in blogsville? I know I have been out of touch for sometime now. I haven’t been able to check on some of your blogs cos I have been out of town. Had to go represent my company at a workshop in ABJ. You guys, be not deceived o, am not one big shot executive o,lol…I wish say my job responsibilities dey equal to the salary, by now man pikin for don dey drive hummer,lol…

Nothing much has been happening in my love life o, lol…I lie, so much has been happening joo.

Okay let me start from last Friday, the last time I posted.

O called me that night to say that we had to spend the whole of Saturday together cos he had missed me so much. I was only too happy to agree and so we fixed a date. He would come pick me from home and we would have a nice cosy time at the beach whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears,lol…at least that was the plan until Saturday morning came with its serious downpour. It rained cats, dogs and elephants that Saturday morning and I knew our beach plan had been spoilt.

Later when the rain stopped, O came around. We couldn’t do the beach again so we settled for a movie at the cinema. The movie was a nice one, made better by the fact that I was there with O and we spent most of the time snuggling up and stealing kisses.lol…

Movie ended, we headed for home. It was quite late and the traffic was crazy because of the earlier downpour. Then I started to get the funny feeling, yea your girl started feeling horny o,lol…I really wanted O to take me there and then, it was crazy! I took his hand and snuck it under my top. He turned to look at me with a smug smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Then he started to fondle my nipples, mheen…the feelings were heightened, It took all my self control not to take off my top there and then. Then the traffic started moving and he had to remove his hands back to the steering. I was frustrated.

I hope some peeps are not thinking ‘This aphrodite is a rotten babe’ o! But what’s the essence of having a blog if I can’t say it as it is. You guys don’t go all holy holy on me now abeg.

Okay so back to my gist.
We soon got home and as he made to park in front of my house. We looked at each other and we both knew what the other was thinking. I wanted him, and he wanted me. At the end of my close is a mini-parking lot. That was where we headed.

As soon as he killed the engine, we were in each other’s arms, kissing and tearing away at our clothes.

Everything was going smoothly until I unzipped his trousers and put my hands inside his boxers. It wasn’t what I bargained for o…the thing was small...as in ssssssmall!
Mheen na so i weak o! How fine boy like dis, huge and nice physique go come get small 'kini' like this now?

I no go lie o, my interest just died down and I withdrew.

He turned to me, concern written all over his face.
“What is it baby?”
“Nothing, just that I don’t think we should be doing this here, the place and time is not right and I really have to get home now”
I hoped my disappointment was not showing on my face.

I think he suspects I wasn’t too happy with his ‘kini’ that night. Funny enough, since that evening, he has been unusually all over me, calling me, saying all the nice things I love to hear and sending sweet text messages but oddly, am not impressed anymore. I just keep remembering his small ‘kini’

The truth is that...

I DON’T LIKE SMALL THINGS!!!

Peeps do you think am being shallow?