Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Talk about what a guy had to do just to get inbetween those legs. Una understand now, especially when your body is roaring to go and one Road Safety Officer wan come block your flow. Bros, if na slap or bribe or beg, just do something so that he can free you. The better option? Bribe him.

Me: Ini, you can trust me. I understand my body better than anyone. You will be surprised eventually.

Ini: What time tomorrow?

Me: (Happy) You decide: we’ve got 1pm-3pm and then, anytime from 8pm. So, you choose.

Ini: I’ll think about it.

Me: Ok. And, just a suggestion o, since tomorrow is Friday, I was thinking you can tell your sister you’re going for a vigil. Or what do you think?

Ini: And which church will that be?

Me: The Charismatic Church of Femi, Ikate, Lekki. Programme starts immediately you step into the church.

She laughed and laughed. I can’t help but join her in laughing. Abi now? That’s the best shot I’ve got. She is always in a hurry to go home cos her sister doesn’t tolerate lateness.

Ini: Femi that will be difficult oo. I’ve never gone for any vigil before. So, telling my sister that I’m going for a vigil will sound strange to her. I doubt if she will allow me.

Me: Tell her a friend invited you. I mean, just find a way to get out of the house sweety. We will have all the time in the world for ourselves. Please Ini, do this for me.

Ini: Hmmmm. I’m not promising o, but I will try.

Me: Yes! That’s all I’m asking for: trial. You’ll be surprised that she won’t object to it. Fridays are always vigils in most churches.

Ini: If you say so oo. Can I go now?

Me: Sure you can. I love you.

Ini: I love you too Femi. Good night.

I offered to see her off but she declined, claiming she doesn’t want me stressing myself. I thought Ini was very considerate and caring. I stayed back, but not without registering a kiss on her succulent lips. Eventually I let her go. She left almost 9:30pm, rushing down the stairs cos she knew her sister might be furious at her. Well, she’s got a leverage: her madam forced her to do account balancing.

I was the happiest man on earth that evening:

First – A new, fresh p***y’s deal has just been signed and sealed; only waiting for the delivery.

Second – My plea paid off. Men, that was the first time I’ll go as far as beg for s*x. I thought I was crazy to have done that. But hey, if you are being motivated to yansh a Calabar Girl for the first time, with all the myth and hype about them, you sure will do more than I did.

Third – An opportunity to resume my most loved duty: banging. It’s been more than 2 weeks I went down south with my machine. So, the euphoria of getting back to base was enough motivation.

Fourth – Let see if Femi is truly and finally fit again. In fact, I read a book that s*x can aide speedy recovery from sickness. So, why not?

With these options on the table, I can’t help it. I slept that night a happy man. While Ini was gone, I thought about how the next day will be. Where should I start from? How should I engage her? How can I stimulate her? I’ve seen how menacingly looking her b0s0m are already and I can’t wait to get back to arresting them again.

I was lost in this fantasy when a certain number called me.

Me: Hello?

Caller: Femi it’s me Cynthia. Sorry my phone is out. This is one of my friend’s number. How are you?

Me: I am fine. Where are you? That place is noisy.

Cynthia: Yea. We’re already on our way. I just wanna say hello. I’ll call you again when I’ve charged my battery.

Me: Ok. Travel well.

Cynthia: Thanks. Bye.

Call ends.

What a diversion! This girl don disturb my flow of thought now. Mtcheeww. Does anyone sense the paradigm shift from Cynthia to Ini is becoming more glaring? I can’t help it either. Well, Cynthia has tried. Moreover, she placed me where I am. Her uncensored s*x ethic wan finish my life. Why don’t I say no to her? Who is that man that can say no to a Unclad lady in front of him? Well, there might be couple of guys out there but definitely, I am not one of them. I am always weak at the sight of p***y.

This is a new dawn
The past a little gone
A new Femi is born
Blow the trumpet, sound the horn.

Cupid has ravaged me
My senses in chains
What will be, will be
I’ve grown beyond the pain.

The new queen arrives
With all her glorious subjects
Her eminence so divine
A sight of a glorious object.

Ini is my new dove
She is my beautiful rose
On my head she hoves
Together, a sparkling pose!

I never used the word love on Cynthia before; no, not even ones. The same thing goes for her too. The only thing that binded us together was her p***y and my J0yst!ck. We stole from each other if that is what you wanna say. I think she’s a friend with benefits, a freelancer who gave me free services.

All these nonsense because of Ini’s p***y? Jezz! Are my a Arrow? As if Cynthia was there with me that night, I apologized to her. I shouldn’t have thought of those shits about Cynthia now. She has done more than anyone…atleast for now.

There is a way God designed the human body so perfectly that even the most brilliant physician may find it mysterious to understand at times. You may diagnose an individual with a chronic disease this minute and the next minute, the disease is gone. It is a jaw-breaking experience which cannot but present God in His awe-inspiring nature.

This explains the way I felt the next morning.

As early as 4am, I was up. I did 20*5 press ups at intervals. I was just buzzing for life. Maybe because I’ve got a big day ahead or something. I put on my tracksuit and tennis for a road jug. Gosh! I can’t remember the last time I did it. With my earpiece plugged in, I decided to jug from Ikate to Maruwa But Stop and back. I wanted to go a little further but when I considered my possible friable state, I withdrew from such.

The exercise took me an hour and half; and so by around 6:20, I came back home, looking sweaty and used out. I dashed straight into the bathroom and had a clean cold bath. Dang! I felt so alive and hearty. There remained a small proportion from the soup Ini cooked. So, I prepared some rice that morning for my breakfast.

Today is gonna be a great day! That was the chorus I just singing to myself – in whatever tune it came, I just kept singing it. Ini must take today. Physically I looked terrific: in shape, lively, buzzing and eager. Emotionally though, I was a little preoccuied with what might and what might not happen. What if Ini changed her mind? What if her sister refused her leave? What if I disappoint her eventually? So many questions begin for answers. “Well, come what may, make she come first; from there we go see wetin go happen.” I resolved.

I felt a little strange about Cynthia. She ought to have called by now but she hasn’t. I hope her trip went well? I dialed her number, switched off. Na wah ooo. Well, make nobody pour sand sand for my garri jare, I enthused. I have got a ‘once-in-life-time’ ordeal coming up, and I must be 100% ready – physically and emotionally – to deliver. I mustn’t disappoint Ini; first impression can either make or mar your relationship. I must be ready when she comes.

8am, Ini called me. At first, I was afraid to answer the call. Who knows the kind of news she’s gonna tell me? I have done more than enough to receive any disappointments that morning. The first call went unanswered. She called again, I didn’t answer it. I began to shake and sweat. Guys, na one kind funny feeling that morning ooo. She called again the third time and this time, I summoned courage to answer it,

Ini: Hellooo? Na wah oo. Where you put your phone now?

Me: Sorry, I was in the bathroom. Good morning. How far?

Ini: Hmmmm. Oga Femi, tell me first, what are you going to do to me?

Me: Do to you? I don’t understand. Did your sister say no?

Ini: That’s not what I asked you o. What are you going to do to me if I come tonight?

That question made more sense right? That means her sister had agreed to her request, abi? With a wicked baritone and a seductive register, I answered her,

Me: I will enthrone you as the queen of my life. I will write my name in gold inside of you. I will make you feel more than a woman. With every vein carrying blood in me, I’ll make you feel heavenly!

Ini: Hmmmm! Na wah ooo. Femi, you go kill person ooo. Anyways, na your hand I dey sha. My sister agreed to your plan. That means I’ll be coming tonight but, first, I’ll go home and come back. Is that ok with you?

Me: Do all you wanna do baby. Just make sure you come back here when you’re done.

Ini: Ok. What should I prepare for you tonight when I am coming?

Me: That’s very thoughtful of you girl. Do whatever you think is good for Femi.

Ini: Ok. I may not come this afternoon o cos my sister asked me to get somthing for her when coming home tonight.

Me: Haba? Not even for 5mins?

Ini: No now. I’m going to Balogun Market. With traffic and everything, I may not have time to come again before my break expires.

Me: Hmmm! Ok. No wahala. I understand. Just be careful ok?

Ini: I will. Make I go work small abeg.

Me: Ok. I love you Ini. I will prove it to you tonight.

Ini: I love you too Femi. Sha no kill me. Bye bye

Me: Bye.

Jackpot! Everything seemed to have clicked. All strategical and tactical manouvers are in order. Ini, tonight, you go hear am.

Like a twist of fate in a fatal punishment, the day went rather too slow for my liking. After my meal, I decided to have a little nap to flex and relax my nerves.

I thought I had slept for 5hrs when in actual sense, na only 45mins sleep I sleep. Chai! Which kind thing be this now? I went to the bus stop to get me some papers: Complete Sports, Soccer Star, everything, just to fill in the time. When the atmosphere became a little boring for me, I picked my phone to call Deola who, at that time, rather uncharacteristically, has not called me that day,

Me: Hey woman, are we fighting?

Deola: No sir. I’ve been very busy today. Today is very unusal. Can I call you back?

Me: Ok