were watching the tape, guess what Niggas
were doing when I got back home? They
were watching the tape over and over
again; none of them was cleaning or trying
to clear the house. They were all chilling,
watching their last night’s escapades.
PrinceEasy was back too, he was just there
chilling, seated like the “King of the New
Street.” Oh well he is, I mean I know how
long he been pursuing Sandra.
When I saw him seated like one king, I just
tapped his head from behind, “why you
come dey sit like that, you pose like a boss,
you dey watch TV like say na you be Man
of the Hour”, he looked at me and smiled, it
was a smile of victory. He said, “I never
even see my own part sef, na Sandra I
carry go school since morning, e never tey
wey I come back they come tell me say
them record am, omo I happy die, because
as I dey give am that yesterday, I just they
wish say person dey record am.” I hailed
him, “PrinceEasy my Nigga!” Quick
Question for y’all readers, now that
PrinceEasy has colonized Sandra’s territory,
does that mean that Sandra has gone back
to her old ways or that she is backsliding?
Not like Sandra has changed her ways, not
like she has stopped being a church babe,
but you know some guys won’t just give up
till they get what they want and by the
way, PrinceEasy is a stubborn Yoruba boy;
he wouldn’t stop till he gets what he wants.
Guys you know something ehn, shey you
know that if a Woman’s juicebox is the
gateway to heaven, Yoruba Boys are going
to dominate heaven, am I right or wrong?
Apart from that, Yoruba Boys understand
that “Persistence overcomes resistance,”
and that is one major key (major key alert
y’all) you need to hold on to when you
want to get any girl you want.
Sometimes, resistance could overcome
persistence but not when you are dealing
with a Yoruba Boy, Girls you know when
you are dealing with a Yoruba Guy, the
persistence vibe is a whole lot different.
You tell a Yoruba Boy you have a boyfriend,
he would ask if he could be your bestie. If
you tell him you have a bestie, he would be
coming from top to bottom like that till he
says something like “if you have all these
people in your life, I am sure you don’t
have a personal house boy, let me be your
personal houseboy, I will do all you want
me to do for you, I will bath for you when
you are too tired to do that, I will wash
your pant and your bra.” He might even say
something nastier, you know.
I sat down to continue watching the tape;
my plan was after watching the tape, all of
us are going to clean up the house. I and
my niggas were chilling with the tape,
catching trips. While I was watching I was
thinking about Mrs. Williams and what we
discussed earlier. She wants to be happy
again, she wants to live again; she wants
me to be available for her.
Mrs. Williams has been with only one man
all her life, kissed only one man before she
met me, she must have missed out some
fun when she was in her prime. I mean,
there is a high probability that Mrs.
Williams has not given blow job before. It is
very possible her plate has not been licked
before; it is likely her meat flap has not
been eaten before.
Maybe we can blame my thoughts on the
tape I was watching as my thoughts began
to run wild. As I was watching Niggas
eating their babes, I was also thinking of
eating Mrs. Williams in the process of
being available for her. I also imagined how
her potorro would be, would it be an abyss
(wild) or a soggy box (tight)? I mean, she
gave birth to Elliot, if it is wild, it is
understandable yeah? I have never being in
the pink canoe of a Mother before so I
don’t know how it is in there or how it
feels riding in it.
We all know what Mrs. Williams wants, she
wants to live again and she wants to be
happy again, I am sure if I put my magical
tongue in her cave of wonders she would
definitely come back to life and she would
be happy when I make juice spring forth
from her cave of wonders but happiness is
not all about that. She needs me to be a
good listener like I’ve been, she needs me
to sooth her, to make her feel loved and
wanted; I am good at doing those.
I was getting excited as I was thinking
about all these things, I was feeling like
the relationship between Mrs. Williams and
I is going be a great one for the both of us,
but will it be? How is the end going to be?
We are getting to the end!
“Na PrinceEasy dey enter after this guy”
King Solomon said, just before my phone
rang; has Mrs. Williams gotten home? I
thought she was the one that was calling
me so i quickly picked up my phone and
when I saw who was calling me I told
everybody to be quiet and pause the tape.
Who was calling me? Can you guess?
My Dad was calling me, he hardly calls me.
As I saw his call my heart began to
malfunction, my heart was not beating
anymore, it was cutting, I began to feel like
I had the AUX cable plugged to my heart,
all my Niggas knew something was up as
they were all asking who was calling me, I
told them my Dad. Ghen-Ghen!
Why is my Dad calling me please? Has
someone called him to tell him all I did in
his house, please readers, shey I am not
dead like this? I have to be a man you
know? Let me pick up first.
“Hello” it was my Mom that was on the
other end, “Hello Love, where are you?”
Where am I? Quickly I answered her, “I am
in school maami, what is going on? How
are you?” She asked me if I went home for
weekend and I told her I didn’t go because
they were not around.
“We are almost in Lagos; we just passed
the Redeem Camp. I will call you when we
get home, will you come?” I am finished;
the house was still in a complete mess, I
can’t finish cleaning before they get home,
how am I going to do it?
As she was dropping the call I told my
Niggas what was going on, I told them we
have about an hour and half to clean up
and leave the house before my parents
come, My Niggas won’t leave me alone to
it so immediately we started clearing and
cleaning the house, Division of Labour
came back to life that Saturday.
We cleaned the whole house and we left
for school. I didn’t want to wait for them at
home in case they noticed something
happened in the house, it will be better if
they call me to come from school than for
me to be there when they see these things.
I might decide not to go home for a long
time if anything happens and it will be hard
for my Dad to come looking for me in
school, so going to school is like running
away, you dig?
“Ahh I’m dead, my Dad is calling me,
maybe they have found out what went
down while they were away!” That’s what I
thought to myself when I saw my Dad
calling me. I sensed my unease as I saw
his call, really ehn we cleaned up the
house but you know we might not clear all
the evidences because we were rushing
but wait first let me pick his call and hear
what he wants to say.
“Hello My Son, we are just getting home
now, are you going to come later in the
day, you should come home, I helped you
bring some things from the village” My
mom said, she used my Dad’s phone to call
again. I told her I will come if I could. I
can’t go to that house for now, I have to
chill for like 3 days at least and make sure
they don’t know about all my escapades
while they were away.
My plan for that Saturday was to sleep in
my room all day, I have not even slept very
well but wait first I have not eaten. Where
should I go and eat? Normally, I would just
go downstairs to the woman that sells food
in my hostel and eat like #200, but
because I still have money with me; Mrs.
Williams didn’t collect her change from the
hotel you remember?
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So I went there and I bought what I wanted
to eat, I bought my food like I was being
paid to spend money on food. After getting
my food, I turned around to look for where I
would sit to eat, my eyes met with
someone and the person was looking at me
like “come and sit with us”, who did I see?
Oya Guess who I saw, I know instead of
you people to guess you will ask who, you
Bloody Nigerians.
It was Elliot I saw eating with his girlfriend,
my ex and Lola’s friend, Vanessa. With the
way he was looking at me I knew he
wanted me to come and sit with them, so I
just carried my food and went to sit with
them. Vanessa looked back; I knew Elliot
must have told her I was coming to sit with
them because Vanessa looked back and
she was looking at me like, “what is this
one looking for here again?” but really,
sitting there will be somehow you know?
I went to their table to sit with them,
“Nigga, are you sure you can finish this
food as skinny as you are?” That’s what
the ode (Elliot) said to me when he saw
how much food I had bought. I told him I
would finish it and that I have not eaten in
a while. Vanessa took that opportunity to
throw a blatant shot at me, she said “so
you now want to eat the whole world
because you have not eaten in a while?”
Vanessa and her boyfriend fired shots at
me like I was an armed robber facing the
firing squad but what will a Nigga do? Let
me troll along with their jokes or whatever,
“so both of you are now attacking me abi?
Because my own girlfriend is not here” I
said that referring to Lola as my girfriend.
As Vanessa heard I referred to Lola as my
girlfriend she frowned a little bit but I didn’t
care, I kept talking; “Let me even call my
girlfriend to come meet us here sef, sheybi
you people think you can abuse very well,
let my Lola come.” I dropped my spoon and
picked up my phone like I was trying to call
Lola.
As Elliot saw I wanted to call Lola he said,
“Just don’t waste your airtime bro, she
must have gotten to her Big Momma’s
house already” (Lola’s big Momma is Mrs.
Williams). Elliot now wanted to be giving
me gist that his Mom is Lola’s big Momma,
gist I already heard from his Mom that
morning, I was just looking at him, I wish I
could just tell him “yeah I know, your Mom
told me already this morning,” but I can’t,
let me just keep listening to him and be
pretending like I know nothing about what
he was talking about.
“Oh yeah I forgot, she told me this
morning” at the back of my own mind I
was referring to his Mom, but he thought I
was referring to his Cousin. “Let me just
eat my food, but the two of you should
stop looking at me like a glutton o, I only
eat occasionally”
“Yeah right” Vanessa said. “But when you
eat, you eat real good” she added, as she
said this she was doing the under table leg
romancing bullshit with me, you know it?
She was using her leg to caress mine, she
quickly winked at me as Elliot looked away,
I knew the kind of “Eat” she was saying at
that moment, I am sure you know it too
and if you don’t you are in the dark like
Elliot too.
Vanessa wouldn’t stop; I was beginning to
feel somehow, my Abraham’s rod was
beginning to remember when it used to
make water spring forth from Vanessa’s
dry land. Elliot was there, my Nigga was
just eating, he would eat small and stare at
Vanessa then smile like someone that his
destiny was kept in Vanessa’s honey pot. I
was just looking at him, I really don’t
wanna be him, it was going down under the
table he was eating and he knows nothing
about it.
I didn’t enjoy my food like I wanted to, that
Vanessa girl wouldn’t let a Nigga eat in
peace. I won’t lie to you guys, I miss that
girl too you know. I should probably find
time for her maybe we could have some
good times like we used to. Readers, how
far? Should I find time to see Vanessa
again? LOL I know what you all want.
“I am going to my hostel nitemi o, since
you don’t want to finish eating this small
food since morning” I said to them after
eating my food and they were still eating
the small food in front of them like they
both had sore throats.
“Ok Bro, what is your room number, I will
come check you when I am back to the
hostel” he said. I told him a wrong room
number. Why did I tell him a wrong room
number? I knew Elliot wants us to be
rolling together, he probably wants us to be
friends but that wouldn’t be nice as he will
be quick to find out what is really going on
between Lola, Vanessa and I, he might
even find out about his Mom.
“Sheybi na room 208 you dey” I told him,
remember I asked for his room number last
night? He said yeah and I told him no
problem that we will meet in the hostel
later in the day, “Mama, take care of you
ok?” I stood up and I left them there.
I was so filled and tired, the walk back to
my hostel was tiring, I was so sleepy that I
was sleep walking, you know sometimes
you eat too much and immediately after
the food you just want to sleep, sleep was
so much on my mind, all I was picturing
was the sweet nap I was going to have
that afternoon.
Finally, I got to my hostel and of course I
went to bed straight up. I had a sweet and
uninterrupted nap. I checked my phone
when I woke up, checked to see my
messages and all. I was too tired to get up
so I still spent more time just lying in bed,
Solomon called to ask if my parents
noticed anything back at home and I told
him nothing so far because they have not
called me.
After Solomon’s call I decided to call my
mom, I told her I wouldn’t be able to come
home that weekend because I have loads
of assignments to do, I also asked her if
everything was alright at home, she then
said “why is the house so clean, when did
you clean everywhere?” hehe the house
was so clean, maybe My Niggas and I
should just take up housecleaning as jobs
since we could clean and clear the whole
place in about an hour and half and no
traces was left that my parents didn’t even
notice a loud and wild party went down
there the previous night.
Finally, I got up from bed to ease myself.
Getting back I saw that I had a missed call
and it was from Lola, she should be at Mrs.
Williams place na, why is she calling me
again? abi I don cast ni? Abi she found out
about Mrs. Williams and me? That is not
possible abeg.
What is going on? Why did she call? Let me
just call her back. She called again just
when I was about to dial her number,
“Baby” that is all I said when I picked her
call. “You ehn” she said mildly so I knew
all was well, it was not what I was
thinking.
“Baby which one is ‘you ehn’, what did I do
again?” I asked her.
“Be asking me what you did there o, you
cannot call someone abi?” I can’t recall
ever calling her; I have never called her
before. Since we exchanged numbers, her
number has just been there on my phone, I
haven’t had a reason to call her, so when
she said that to me I was just wondering,
why would she be expecting my call?
“I wanted to call you jor, but Elliot told me
you were at your Big Momma’s place, are
you back?” I was just playing along; the
reason why she would be expecting my call
is still unknown to me. She told me she
was still at Mrs. Williams place and I said
okay.
“Where are you now? Are you busy?” She
asked me. I told her I was in my hostel and
that I was not doing anything, she then
asked if she could come see me, since I
already told her I was not doing anything I
told her she could come.
“I will call you when I am outside your
hostel, sheybi you are in Biobaku hostel”
she asked me. Of course Biobaku is my
hostel, no other hostel is surer on Campus.
I told her yes and that I will be expecting
her.
I got up from bed to get ready for the
Queen soon cometh, Lola is the queen you
know? Had to shower and all, I didn’t
understand the reason for her coming I
was just waiting till I see her, but come to
think of it, why do you think Lola wants to
come to my hostel? We will all know when
she comes now sha but now let me go and
clean up.
I went to shower, guess what was running
through my mind when I was in the
bathroom? Y’all know it’s been a while
since I had some good time and when I say
good time I mean some good knack. Lola
was the last girl I went down with and we
didn’t even finish it because it was
interrupted by her roommate, my dream is
not yet fulfilled.
What exactly is my dream, oh God! My
dream, yeah my dream is to do Bingo style
with Lola, yeah Doggie, giving her back
shots might just be a life time experience, I
really want to operate her Idi Araba like I’m
a Medilag student, but I have so many
things going on, I have her Aunty to think
about, her friend, Vanessa, I just have to be
careful with all these people before they
fuck up my life and I get suicidal like Tiwa
Savage’s husband.
I know what Mrs. Williams want from me, I
know what Lola wants from me, just
random hook ups and little more of the
experience Vanessa had with me, I think. I
should talk to that Lola girl sef, we should
both know what we want from each other,
me I want doggie and that is all, after the
doggie we should not meet again, let her
come first sha.
I spent more time in the bathroom, cleaning
up was rigorous that afternoon, as I was
cleaning up I was also cleaning down, Lola
and I might be going down later in the
evening or some ‘an eye for an eye’ stunt
might occur (substitute an eye for a head,
some of you won’t understand because you
are not good in maths), but I knew that
was not going to happen in my hostel, if
you know UNILAG hostels very well you will
know such doesn’t happen in our hostels.
“What will I wear now?” I thought to myself
when I stepped out of the shower, let me
just wear my ‘Who You Epp’ teez made by
gAgAklotinz that I just bought, you can also
cop yours, check him out on Instagram
@gAgAklotinz and order yours, it’s dope,
believe me.
I dressed up and I was waiting for Lola to
call me, it was taking her forever to call
me. “I been dey think say you wan go out
before ni” said Dammy Fresh, one of my
roommates. I told him I was waiting for the
person to call me.
Let me just call her to know wassup jare, I
have little patience to be waiting like I’m a
medical patient. I called her and she didn’t
pick so I kept on looking like a lizard. You
know that feeling when you are all dressed
up, ready to step out and slay, me I was
ready to slay with the shirt I just bought;
because I couldn’t wait, I dialed her
number again and this time she picked.
“Hello, Hello… I am driving. Let me call you
back, I’m almost in school sef” she said
that like as she was talking she was eating
hot yam, so fast I could barely hear her.
Nothing spoil sha, she communicated
because I could hear her. So I went back
to waiting like I work in a restaurant, Mr.
Waiter.
Thirty minutes later I was still waiting, “oh
maybe she is not coming anymore” just
after that thought she called, “oya come
downstairs now, I’m downstairs”. Because I
have been waiting for too long I got up
straightaway.
Getting downstairs, I saw what I was not
expecting, “oh God! This is not happening!”
what can I do? Let me call Lola and
pretend like I didn’t know what was going
on. What was going on?
When I got downstairs I saw that Mrs.
Williams’s car was parked, I already knew
Lola was in the car but I had to pretend
like I have not seen her, how did she end
up driving Mrs. Williams’s car? Mrs.
Williams is like a Mom to her, I agree but I
didn’t know they were that cool that she
could drive her car.
“Hello Lola, sheybi you said you are
downstairs I can’t see you na” I said to her
when I called her. The car was in front of
me, I could see the car, I could see inside,
I could see Lola, I could see Lola see me
but I still had to put up that act, I just
wanted it to be known to her that I have
not seen that car before or I know why she
would be in the car.
She decided to alight and show me she
was in the car, she was showing off, trying
to impress a Nigga. I am sure she brought
the car to show me that her head is there
too, to show me that she sef get class but
I was in the same car with the real owner
earlier that day, so all those showing off
didn’t matter to me, all on my own mind
was how to play safe with everybody.
We were not far from each other, she could
hear me talk so I said “there you are” and I
walked up to her to hug her. “wassup? You
looking good sweetie, where are you
coming from” I asked her.
“I just dropped my Aunty off at the salon
and I will be going to pick her when she is
done, just thought we could hang out
before she is done at the salon, I would be
the only at home and I don’t want to be
bored, why don’t you get inside the car, it’s
too hot out here” she said to me.
We entered the car and she was just
looking at me for the first very few
moments, I was looking at her too, she was
really looking good that afternoon, you
remember I told you she has a fat ass, as
she was sitting down in the car her body
was mad, as she was sitting you would
know she was sitting on some crazy booty.
“Your shirt is nice o” she said, “your dress
is nice too” I said to her then I winked at
her, I was just trying to be cool but she
thought I was forming sexy for her. “See
don’t even come and start winking at me
here, you will be forming sexy for someone;
do you want my mind to wander?” she
smiled flirtatiously and then she winked
back.
“Baby you can let your mind wander, it is
allowed” at this point we were already
flirting and the way it was going it was
looking like we were going to knack that
evening, are we going to really knack and if
we knack, are we going to do doggie? Is
my dream going to come true?
After much flirting she said, “Why don’t you
let us go to my Auntie’s place? Now that
she is at the Salon I would be the only one
at home, we could go to her place and you
will love it there”
This na temptation abeg, with a little
confusion and a lot of infatuation. My dear
readers, Lola just told me to follow her to
Mrs. Williams’s house. She was going to
drive me to Mrs. Williams’s house in Mrs.
Williams’s car, the same car I drove earlier
that morning and Lola knew nothing about.
Should I decline?? If you were me would
you decline or nah? I didn’t say No o, since
she said nobody would be home and she
also said that she would be the one to go
pick her from salon, that means there is no
way she was going to come and meet me
there, it is safe to go, really it is safe, let
me just do it like Nike.
I told her we could go and we went, I knew
Lola just started driving with the way she
was driving, I then understood why she
talked so fast when I called her while she
was driving. You know remember when you
just started driving? It was hard to do other
things while driving, she wasn’t even really
talking to me, she was so focused on the
road and she wasn’t even holding the
steering, she was hugging it.
I didn’t disturb her, just little chit chat till
we got to Mr. & Mrs. Williams’s house,
there was a man at the gate that opened
the door for us; the man at the gate is the
gateman for those that don’t know.
“Oh my good God, is Mr. Williams a drug
dealer? How is his house this beautiful?”
that is what I said in my thoughts when I
saw the building, Lola must have seen on
my face that I was impressed, she has
been to my house, she knows my house is
nothing. Besides, the Lola babe continued
to show off. She told me her Uncle, Mr.
Williams had a lot of cars. “This car is my
Aunties smallest car” she also bragged.
I teased her about having rich people all
around her, that is how she started gisting
me about all her family, she bragged about
how rich they all are, but that entire gist
was not doing me. You know what was
doing me? The smart ones know what was
doing me already.
As we were going inside she was feeding
me with gist; as she was feeding me with
the gist she was also showing things in the
house. I will not lie to you, Mrs. Williams
lives in a paradise and Elliot is just one
lucky child.
We were sitting in one big sitting room
before Lola asked for what I would love to
eat or drink, I knew they will have wine in
the house so I just requested for a red
wine. Let me sef drink some exotic wine, I
don’t know when I will have the kind of
opportunity again.
It was a very big sitting room, the chairs
were so comfortable, I felt like I was sitting
in heavens chair, I was so chilled that
afternoon, chillaxing and sipping my wine.
Lola said she wants to go and change her
dress, she was so comfortable there; I
could tell the place is just like home to
her. When she left I quickly took some
selfies and shaperly made some videos on
my snapchat (ghiddie is my username on
snapchat, add me) as I was chilling and
sipping my wine.
I was really enjoying myself, I was enjoying
my life. I was chilling in Mrs. Williams’s
sitting room, can you guys imagine that?
My mind was so much at peace and at
that moment everything was going on just
smoothly, but as I saw what Lola changed
into I knew things were about to go on
sweetly.
Lola, the evil babe; she went inside and
changed to one hell of a raunchy dress.
“Baby, let us go upstairs” she said to me. I
was so into her that I forgot I left my drink
behind; I was already following her like I
was her tail. She reminded me to carry my
drink and I went back to carry it.
Upstairs was a better place, the lights
there were not bright, it was dim there,
upstairs was a good place for some good
knacks, maybe it will all be going down
‘upstairs’, maybe. I sat down and she sat
beside me, so close to me that our bodies
could touch, she asked if I will like to
watch television but I told her ‘No’ that I
was good, she then asked me “so what do
you want to do now?”
Which kind question, what does she mean
by what do I want to do now? I wished I
could really tell her what I wanted to do,
but that will make me too blunt, so I just
told her that I was alright.
“In case you need anything just let me
know, okay?” she said that and then rested
her head on my chest, I was relaxed when I
sat down on the couch, it was from her
resting her head on my chest that we
started making out.
Because of the way I was seating in the
couch, it was easy for me to reach for her
lips with my lips, after kissing her for some
seconds; she decided to question me, “do
you know why I like kissing you?” she asked
me. I told her I didn’t know that she would
have to tell me. She said “because they
are so soft, your lips are my second
favorite part of your body”
If my lips are her second favourite part of
my body, what then is the first favourite?
Don’t you think I need to know? So I asked
her, “so what part of my body is your
number one favourite?” the way she smiled
ehn I already knew what she was going to
say, she wouldn’t talk, I guess she was too
shy to say it, so instead she point at it, I
acted like I didn’t really get what she was
talking about so I told her to point closer,
as she was trying to point closer I took her
hand and brought it on my rod, she saw
that it was hard it was ready to ginger her
ginger, She said “this is exactly why it is
my number one favorite, look how hard it
is”. She loves my lips because it is soft;
she loves my D because it is hard. That’s
ironic yeah?
“Why are you so hard?” she asked me
again. Why are my so hard? How won’t I be
hard with all these unsolved equations
going on around us right now? Let me just
answer her with a question questioning her
question; so I asked her, “why are you so
hot?” and she was just looking, all she
could do was kiss me some more, this time
it was longer and deeper.
As the kissing was going on my fingering
finger was already itching, it was beginning
to feel like fingering her, it was itching so
bad I had to take the finger to its place of
choice so it would stop itching, so I slipped
my fingering finger into her honey pot, her
honeypot was moist, I used my fingering
finger to prepare her honeypot for the
invasion of my king that was coming soon
to reign in the palace of her sweetness,
and this time I want my king to enter from
the back, I want doggie!
She still had the raunchy dress she had on,
she had loosened my belt and began was
fiddling with my Excalibur. It was time for
some real action, time to undress, this
2Face and R. Kelly song began to play in
my head ‘flex, time to have sex, flex’
We were still on the couch, wasn’t all that
comfortable but it was suitable for what I
had in mind. So we began to undress and
all, we kissed throughout this process of
undressing and when we were done
undressing we kissed some more.
Since I was seated in a relaxing manner
she decided to come on me after we
undressed, Lola and her big ass decided to
come sit on me. Lola is really good, see
ehn Lola is just Vanessa 2.0, damn she
knows how to work it, the way she was
riding me, the way she was grinding me,
the way she was getting to work I knew
she was better than Vanessa. Vanessa was
good but men Lola is better; this babe was
grinding me like she was grinding to
Rihanna’s hit single “Work”. She was riding
me like “work work work work work”
I knew I was going to burst soon and I
entered her without protection, I didn’t
want to burst in her, I also didn’t want her
to stop D riding, I was going to burst soon
and she doesn’t even care, she was just
riding me, when I was so close to bursting I
started returning the shots as she was
throwing it at me, she must have noticed I
was going to cum soon instead for her to
stop, she held me tighter, I knew she
wanted me to cum in her, so peacefully
and jejely I poured everything in her, she
wanted it.
That should be all yeah? But it wasn’t
because we haven’t done almighty doggie
yet. We were done but she was still on me,
just that no penetration was going on
again. She was holding me tight to her,
more like she was resting on me. “Do you
know I nut in you?” I decided to ask her, it
is vital to talk about such things because I
don’t want her to call me later and be
telling me she has been checking
everywhere and can’t see her period, lol
She told me she knows and I said “Okay”,
“Are you scared?” she asked me. What will
I be scared of, pregnancy? I told her I was
not scared, that I just wanted her to know,
so she would know what she can do about
it.
“I don’t like using condoms” she said, I was
still wondering why she said that when she
continued talking, “I love having the whole
thing in me; you know it has a lot of
nutrients in it and it helps in the growth of
ass too.” Oh yeah? How true is that? Does
cum really help ass get bigger?
We talked about few other things and when
we were done talking I was hard again,
ready to go for the second time but this
time I want doggie abeg, I have waited too
long, so how do I kick that off?
Slowly I pushed her aside then I came on
her and kissed her. She thought I was
going to enter from the front but nah; I
tapped her to turn around, as I tapped her
to turn around I stood up from the couch
so she knows what I had in mind, Lola
understood what was going on, so it wasn’t
hard getting her in the perfect position for
better penetration and sweeter doggie.
Finally, I came in silently from the back
because she was still moist, slowly I was
penetrating, the kind of sweetness I
experienced was heaven kind of sweetness,
nothing on earth should be that sweet, my
view that moment is doper than Drake’s
new album, “Views”.
Niggas, we all do this but maybe not all
sha, only the ones that have exploited the
goodness of doggie. Sometimes when you
are hitting your girl from the back, when
you are destroying her bumper from rear
position; you make some kind of facial
expressions and do some things that she
would freak out if sha sees you.
I have done that so many times, that is
probably why doggie is my favorite style.
As I was giving Mrs. Williams’ niece from
the back, I was just feeling myself; grinding
her like yeah one trained porn star, even
my facial expressions supported my claim.
The wetter it gets, the sweeter it is you
know? It was getting sweeter my dear
Readers, I couldn’t hold it anymore as I put
my two hands in the air like I get yawa
with Olopa, like I surrender it all. I wouldn’t
surrender till I dab on the honeypot that is
why doggie is the sweetest style you can
ever think of, you can dab while doing it.
As I thought of dabbing, I began to hit her
with rhythms, I don’t know if you people
understand what I am saying, I will try and
explain. You know sometimes when you are
making love and you are listening to music,
there’s a way the music has influence on
the way penetration is made.
Since there was no song, songs were
playing in my head. None other than
Olamide’s “Oya Dab.” “Like Timaya baby I
concur” of course I concur, Vanessa is
Baddo and Lola is the Baddest. Let me just
stop writing about how it all went down
with Lola that evening before some of you
start calling me Porn Writer. My Mom
might want to read this story someday too,
LOL.
Ok, now I got what I want from Lola, we
had series of sex that day. We had in
different places, after so many rounds, I
was hungry and we went to the kitchen to
cook up some food to eat also some good
knacks.
All was going well till she started telling me
some stories I didn’t want to hear, she was
telling me she broke up with her boyfriend
and now she is single, she also told me
Vanessa told her she was finally loving her
cousin, Elliot. I understood what she was
telling me, she wanted us to start dating
and she was trying to let me know Vanessa
wouldn’t mind if we eventually date. But
what do you think?
No abeg, I cannot date Lola, I told Mrs.
Williams I am single, it would be bad if I
now start dating her niece, but God! Lola is
too sweet, thought all I wanted was to
doggie and forget her, but I didn’t know it
would be that sweet. Now I want more of
Lola but I don’t want to date her. Am I
about to fuck up? Am I about to mess
things up?
I was just looking at her when she was
telling me these things. By that time, we
were done eaten and we were just
watching TV in the sitting room we had sex
in. I didn’t know what to say to her, I was
just doing like I was watching TV but my
mind had travelled miles away, there was a
lot running through my mind.
As I was still thinking, trying to balance up
what was going on in my head, we heard
the gate being opened like someone was
driving in. The way Lola looked at me, I
knew she was not expecting anyone so
who is at the gate? Please readers come,
am I not dead like this? Who could be at
the gate? Please epp me answer that
question please “Epp me!!”
Thank You for reading this episode, I hope I
still have some people reading this story or
have I lost all my readers because I came
late? You people don’t even remember to
check for updates again, with everything
going on around us. With all the drama and
obstacles we face daily, most of us are
busy battling heat or looking for how to get
fuel. See ehn, sometimes I want to write
an episode and the heat will just come and
melt all the ideas in my head, I am so sorry
readers, light has been bad sef, no fuel join
and my Laptop apparently isn’t solar
powered. You people should pray for
Nigeria, pray for good weather, and pray for
my bank account. Don’t forget to pray for
UNILAG too o! I am sure most of y’all
heard what is going on with us. It is hard
being an Akokite right now, not when our
exam starts in a week and they want to
sign forms to sell our souls.
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