Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

When the heat from the pots became intense, I couldn’t stand it. When Ini noticed my inconvenience, she urged me to leave the kitchen that she will handle the cooking alone. So, I left.

I went back to watching my film in the sitting room. Soon enough, Ini joined me and sat close to me on the chair. She rested her head on my shoulder! How do you interpret that guys? Trust your boy, I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her more closer to me, with one side of her b0s0m touching my body. I began to move my hand softly and gently up and down her back in a crazy synch of motion that no woman can resist. Silently she asked me,

Ini: When is your friend coming again?

Me: Which friend is that sweety?

Ini: Your friend that almost slapped me when I first came here.

Me: Haba? Ini? Are you still over that? Well, she travelled to Enugu for a burial.

Ini: Hmmmm! No wonder you feel so relaxed. Me I no want trouble o.

Me: There will be no trouble my lady. You’re safe.

Ini: Safe? Ok ooo, if you say so.

This little conversation erazed all doubt in my mind about Ini’s affection for me. I boldly moved my hand up to her hair and began to stroke it. She closed her eyes and rested all her two full b0s0m on my body. I kissed her forehead with such a deft touch of succulence. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. Like a premeditated symphony and sync, we glued our lips together! My world! Ini’s lips was so cold, fresh and sweet. It was as if I never kissed before. Her tongued rolled into mine and my teeth held on to it.

I have tried to trained my hands from being wayward anytime I am kissing but it never listened. I can’t explain how my hands found a path up to Ini’s bossom: hard, firm, big and fair. I unbuttoned her shirt and brought one of the b0s0m out. Jess! The Tip was so dark and pointing. I sU-Cked the hell out of the b0s0m with my hand squeezing the other b0s0m while we kissed.

Gently and cynically, I la!d her on the chair and I began to explore all her goodies. I raised her a skirt a little and the sight of her fresh and neat laps almost suffocated me. By this time, her two breats were all in the opened, looking so menacing at me as if they were challenging me for a fight. I unbottoned her shirt and toyed with her belly-burton.

Cynthia had touched my J0yst!ck a day before with no reponse. But what is going presently resurrected all the nerves and muscles and the blood veins on my J0yst!ck. It became so hard that it began a campaign for freedom off my trousers. I climbed on top of Ini with my J0yst!ck fully pressed against her V. I began a soft movement below my abdomen to send a signal that the machine is ready for use.

We were in this hot romance when the smell of a burning soup arrested our attention.

Ini: Oga Femi, the soup…

Me: Ooh, the soup…

She jumped up and ran towards the kitchen braless. I took the time to remove my top and trouser and was left with a singlet and boxer. After about 10mins in the kitchen, she called out and asked,

Ini: Na rice make I cook or make I make semo?

Me: Ini, do what is best for us. But quickly, come back to daddy.

Ini: Hahaha. Oga Femi? Which daddy be that o?

Me: Come and see…

Addtitional 7mins in the kitchen, she came back…and we resumed the act.

Me: You are beautiful Ini.

Ini: Thank you sir. You are handsome too.

Me: I love you.

Ini: Ha? What about your friend? What if she finds out?

Me: She will never find out Ini, trust me.

Ini: I dey fear ooo Oga Femi.

Me: Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me. And please, stop this Oga Femi chorus. Call me Femi.

Ini: Ok sir.

Me: I said I love you.

Ini: I love you too.

The kissing became more intense and deeper. She removed my singlet and started playing with my Tips too. Mehn! That feeling almost made me go crazy. It was until then I know that there is a s£nsu@l feeling in a guy’s Tip.

I was about to remove her skirt when she said,

Ini: Not yet Oga Femi. You’re still recovering you know.

Me: I am fine Ini. I’m ok now.

Ini: No, you’re not. You need another week to be ok.

Me: No, I said I am fine. (At this time, Ini was already standing)

Ini: I don’t want to delay your recovery. If you do anything now you will become so weak and I am afraid. Don’t worry now, we will do it some other time when you’re fine.

Me: Don’t do this to me Ini. I couldn’t have an Attention yesterday but today, see for yourself. I am ready to go.

She looked at me, particularly at my J0yst!ck, for a while and sighed. She walked to me, held my J0yst!ck and said,

Ini: I know you have an Attention, but how long will it last? I wan you when you are strong. I don’t want a half man.

Jezz! That word sank into my head. And as if my my J0yst!ck was listening, the thing went on a forced strike. Me half man? Wow. She noticed the disappointed on my face and said,

Ini: I want you too as badly as you want me. I just can’t let it happen now. You’re trying to recover remember? When you’re fully fit, you can do anything you want. Ok?

I felt disappointed. I was clearly in the mood for action that period. I already imagined my J0yst!ck penetrating in and out of her p***y. “She denied me, Ini denied me”, I screamed inside. That will be the first time though that I will have a no show when I was already prepped for it.

She got dressed up and left for the kitchen. I became so bitter and angry. The aroma of what she was cooking became offensive to me. I got dressed and went downstairs to hide my anger from her. When it was 15mins before 3pm, I went back inside, at least by now she would have been getting ready to leave. I met her standing close to the chair trying to call my phone which I left upstairs in my room. She noticed the chnage in my utterances and mood. I sat down to continued the movie I was watching. She came close to me, knelt down and said,

Ini: Oga Femi, I know you’re not happy because of what I said. It is for your good o. You are supposed to be relaxing and resting, not involving yourself in s*x which will take some strength off you again. It is my joy to always see you hale and hearty. Don’t worry, I promise we will do it next week. Please understand me.

In all fairness Ini don try. At least she had promised to have it with me. All I need do is get back to my devastating best. I lifted her up and made her sat close to me. With a dominat tone of a man not willing to show any weakness, I said,

Me: I understand you Ini. It’s just that when I am ready, I hate to be put off like that. You annoyed me by calling me a half-man and I….

Ini: Ha? Oga Femi? I didn’t call you half man ooo. What I meant was that I don’t want you weak, I want the full you.

Me: Ok. I’ve heard you. What then can I do to get back to my normal self?

Ini: Simple. Eat, sleep, rest; eat, sleep and rest and then, take your drugs,… that’s all.

Me: Ok. Is the food ready now?

Ini: Yes. I thought we would be able to eat together so I can feed you. But now, it’s almost 3pm. I’ve got to go.

Me: Don’t worry, I will help myself.

Ini: Ok. I will check on you again when I close ok?

Me: Ok. Thank you Ini…and I’m sorry.

Ini: (She drew me close to her and kissed me passionately) Don’t be sorry my love, I should be sorry. See you later ok?

Me: Ok.

She left hurriedly to her shop.

I went inside the kitchen to see what Ini has been up to. When I opened the pot, the aroma I once detested became to endeared to me. She cooked a vegetable (ugwu) soup with lots of egusi. The fish and the meat called for my attention as to who should go first. A cooler was placed on the cabinet inside the kitchen. When I opened it, I saw a big wrap of yellow garri neatly packed. Suddenly I became famished and hungry. But first, I need to taste the soup this girl cooked make I take check whether she sabi cook or not. Felas, I wasn’t disappointed. Ini is got all the qualities of a wife materia, kitchen-wise though. She’s yet to pass the test of being sexually capable to handle my attack-minded arsenal.

*I’ll complete this episode when I’m done. I’ve got to do something quickly.