Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Cynthia was actually in the neighbourhood when she called. Her friend had called her over for a parlour birthday celebrations. Since the whole thing is gonna rumble all through the night, Cynthia excused herself to come see me since, according to her, she was already feeling bored. Hence her decision to come see me; and una know say with me, there is no dull moment.

She arrived 30mins later around past 7pm. I had cooked my dinner (indomie and suya) that night. She met me eating on her arrival. She looked at me and smiled; apparently because of the food I was eating or for a reason best know to her. She dropped her bag on the chair and rushed into the rest-room to ease up. On her way out, she asked me to reserve a little indomie for her to eat. I asked her to cook another but she said she will be leaving soon and there will be enough food at her friends party. I agreed.

She came back to join me as we galloped up the helpless indomie. After the meal, she relaxed on the chair and tuned in to Channel O, with Banky W rocking the MIC with his single R&B: Yes/No. Cynthia sang along without missing or mixing the lyrics of the song. As she sang, I just kept saying ‘yes…yes….yes, bring your butt0ckz here…yes…yes…yes.’ Funny moment. She got up from the chair and moved close to where I sat. She gestured towards me, asking me to get up and dance with her…which I did.

The atmosphere began to change as we dance along. She wrapped her arms round my neck while I held her from her waist. It atmosphere became so charged up that her b0s0m were firmly pressed on my chest. I think I missed the point: Cynthia came to Bleep, and that’s all. The dance led to kissing. The kissing led to romance. Soon, our cloths started flying all around the sitting room, leaving her in her bra and p@anties and me in my usual old-soldier boxer.

I lifted her up and carried her into my bedroom. And seriously, I had better plans for Cynthia that day. I had dreamt about us fu-Cking unusually two days before and I was bent at reliving the dream. As she la!d still on the bed waiting for me to come in hot, I left for the fridge and brought some ice-cubes. I removed her p@anties and placed 3 cubes on her cl!t. She wriggled and waver while holding on to the bed spread. I placed 2 more cubes on each of her b0s0m and finally, I had one in her mouth and one in my mouth too.

Gently, I moved closer to her lips and kissed her. Dang! The feeling was so cold and frenzy (like in WWE advert: please, don’t try this). I did this for few minutes and then removed the ice in my mouth when it was half-way melt. I placed the half cube on her stomach and then proceeded down south to ravage her ice-cold cl!t. Her laps were shaking when I began business down there. Suddenly, she held my head and said,

Cynthia: “Stop punishing me Femi. Just Bleep me already,…please.”

Now that’s what I wanna hear.

I removed all the ice I placed on her b0s0m, stomach and cl!t. She munched the last cube in her mouth and urged me again to get down to business. With my ever ready Johnny, I slid into her cynically. However, the coldness of her p***y got me arrested for few minutes: I couldn’t thrust in any further or come out of her. It was like a transfer of her cold Well directly into my body. A little rubbing of her hand on my back sent back the signal needed to my J0yst!ck, which, like a reinvigorated
machine, thrusted into her in a speed of 1000 km/s. I pounded her so hard, so fast and so precise.

As I was thrusting, she was giving it back to me. So much energy she’s got. She rolled me over and came on top of me. Dis girl bleep me like mad. She worked me so fast that, about 10mins later, she squirted on my J0yst!ck. I rolled her over too and do a doggy. This time, my thrusting was slower, s£nsu@l and magical. I felt like pumping out (climax) but I decided against it. Instead, I excused myself, went to the fridge and drank a cold bottle of water. When I came back, I la!d her on her stomach, with her fresh-looking bums facing me. I thrusted in and out like a drilling machine searching for gold.

Finally, with a feeling of a mighty rushing wind, I flooded my bed with millions of my ointment (come). This was a very unusual s*x between me and Cynthia. She asked what really came over me and I just don’t have words to explain. We la!d back on the bed for like 20mins before she got up from the bed to go clean herself up in the bathroom. She got dressed and was ready to leave. We exchanged another hot kiss before she detached from the kiss and left. She asked me not to bother seeing her off. She promised to call when she reached her friend’s place.

Thus was how Cynthia and I almost hospitalized ourselves with hardcore s*x almost every week. Well, speaking of being hospitalized, I actually was…and that led me to meet Ini, a Calabar girl form the super market. She served as a sandwich besides Cynthia’s tireless s*x ethic.

Up Next: Ini, Cynthia and the Sick Femi.

My adventure with Cynthia landed me in trouble. Too much of s*x without taking adequate care of the body made me seriously sick: dizziness, loss of blood, tiredness and the likes.

I got to work that morning looking terrible. I was just tired and clueless. I tried as much as possible to hide it but I failed. My boss noticed my sluggishness and rather uncharacteristical sloppiness:

Oga: Femi are you alright today?

Me: Yes sir, I am fine.

Oga: No, you’re not! You look terrible and sloppy. Is anything the matter?

Me: Not really sir. I just feel so weak.

Oga: Why didn’t you inform me before coming today? The last thing I need on this floor is sloppiness. We’ve a whole lot to do today.

After some silence and pressing his phone, he gave me his card and ordered me to go to a clinic he registered at. He also gave me the number of the nurse (Deola. Hmmmm. There is more to her guys. I’ll talk about her later on) whom I am to meet. After this, he handed his ATM Card to me and ordered me to withdraw 50k for him. There are 2 GTBank ATMs on ground floor. I took a lift down stairs, withdrew the money and handed it back to him. He removed 20k out of it and gave me 30k and said,

Oga: Femi, I am laying you off for 2wks. Go, treat yourself and rest.

I thanked him endlessly when I received the order. I cleaned up my desk and set for the clinic. I arrived at Sanusi Fafunwa, Victoria Island. I called Nurse Deola’s number and introduced myself:

Me: Hello, Good Morning.

Nurse: Good morning. How may I help you?

Me: Mr. Toye gave me this number. He said I should come see you and ….

Nurse: Oh yes! From MTN right?

Me: Yes ma.

Nurse: Ok. He called me not long ago. Where are you sir?

Me: At the reception.

Nurse: Ok. I’ll be with you shortly.

I located a seat at one corner of the clinic. Soon, a tall, clean and beautiful nurse came out in her full regalia, with her phone glued to her ear apparently trying to call me. Soon my phone started ringing. I answered it to be sure that she was the one I’ve come to see. She asked again where I was. When the movement of her lips corresponded with the words I heard on phone, I knew she was the nurse I’ve come to see. I ended the call and walked up to her. When she saw me coming, she gestured towards me, asking if I am the one she called. I smiled and nodded. She extended her hand towards me, we shook hands and then, led me into her office.

I explained how I felt and everything. I need to say here that Deola is a very professional nurse; she know her onus and profession so well. All along while asking me questions, she never looked into my eyes; she was just writing and writing. When she was done asking and writing, she handed me a note wherein she wrote the names of the drugs I need to buy with an encouraging tone:

Deola: Please follow this prescription religiously. It aide your speedy recovery. Besides, Mr. Toye has instructed me to keep an eye on you. So, henceforth, I will be calling you once in a while to ask how you’re doing. Is that ok?

Me: Yes ma’m. It’s ok.

Deola: Call me Deola, please.

Me: Ok. Anything else?

Deola: No sir. You may go now, expect my call anytime, anyday.

I left her office quickly cos my eyes were already dizzy. Besides, my bones were very weak. I stopped a taxi which took me home. I called Cynthia’s number to inform her of my status. She started crying over the phone. I calmed her down and explained to her all I needed was rest, and nothing serious. She promised to come see me right away. I ended the call and call my friends in the office, informing them of my 2wks sick leave. They empathized with and promised to come see me over the weekend.

I paid the driver and headed straight to the super market beside my house. Ini was on hand to attend to me. She was a little surprised to see me come home that early,

Ini: Oga Femi (that’s how she address me), what happened? You’re early today.

Me: Yes, I am. I’m too weak. My boos asked me to come back home. I’ve been given 2wks to recuperate. Please give me 2pks of 1ltr of Lucozade Boost.

She handed them over to me. I paid her and left for my house. I went straight into the bathroom, had a shower and drank 2 cups of the Lucozade Boost. I left my door closed but not locked so that when Cynthia arrives, I won’t bother getting up to come unlock the door for her. I la!d on my chair for to sleep when my phone rang. My boss was calling,

Oga: Femi how are you now? Deola called me that you’ve left her and that she had given you the list of drugs to buy.

Me: Yes sir.

Oga: Ok. Make sure you adhere to the prescription. I need you back here in 2wks. Ok?

Me: Ok sir.

Oga: Pele (sorry). May God heal you.

My boss prayed for me before he ended the call. Well, I hope I told you guys he is a pastor.

Soon, Cynthia came rushing inside. Hanging on her shoulder was a heavy black handbag. Little by little, she began emptying the bag. Then I saw a bottle of herbal medicine. She claimed her mother gave it to her. Hmmmmm…