Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Deola: Femi… Femi… Stop! Femi stop.

Me: No baby. We can’t stop. Where is your bedroom?

Deola started crying, she neither wanted me to continue nor willing to stop it herself. With a lackluster wavering, we moved towards the door of her room. At the entrance of her room, we struggled a little again for what ought to be and what ought not to be. Eventually, I prevailed over her resistance. I loosed the nightie on her and all she had left was her black pant. Her b0s0m, though not so big, was moderately fair, firm and flashy. She’s got a super amazing body like that of Jeniffer Lopez in her mid 20s: not-too-big bottom, not-too-big b0s0m, long hair, dark eyes, fresh and clean body. She was so clean that you wouldn’t believe she hadn’t taken her bath that morning. She’s a medical doctor now; she should understand all the physiotherapeutic and physiological exercises. Besides, she had told me she hit the gym twice a month to keep fit. Scanning through her body made me forgive the white guy that disflowered her. You can’t stand and watch this super amazing damsel UnCloth herself before you and then walk away. Such a person must be under a spell or a eunuch. You just have to do something, even if na to finger her. Lol.

I pushed more on the kissing and gave her no chance of resistance. She finally subscribed to my idea and took over the kissing. I used the time to remove my cloths and left my ever present flexible boxer.

Deola’s room was a beauty. You will be willing to lose your virginity when you’re in her room. She’s got a bed big enough to contain 4 people conveniently. The floor of her room was all rugged with those type of rug that can pass for apoche. She’s got a 2 Horse Power Air Condition in her room that made the atmosphere in her room sexually ready. She wrapped her arms around me as I carry her straight on to her bed. I la!d beside her and use my hands to full effect. I think the most active part of my body, aside my J0yst!ck, is my hand; my right hand to be precise. It has become so trained that, by default, it finds its way to the most sensitive parts of a female’s body, even to the parts I didn’t send it.

I was very meticulous with Deola that morning lest she changed her mind. I must be careful enough to get the best out of this seeming dalliance with Deola. This is a chance to f**k a TOKUNBO p***y.

**Tokunbo in this context and as a yoruba man, means someone who comes from another country and willingly settle down with people of another country who are alien to his/her culture, norms, beliefs and practices. As for Deola, she was born and schooled in England. So, she could pass for a Tokunbo in this context.**

I started from her laps all the way to her b0s0m. I kissed every part of her body. She just la!d there on the bed with one of her arms covering her eyes and her mouth, opening and closing in sync with the feeling of the moment. Her breathing became audible slowly and gradually. I concentrated on her b0s0m and sU-Cked the hell outta it. Then, when I saw that she was in the mood, I moved my hand down south into her pants. One of my fingers rested on her cl!t, and that was the beginning of a s*x lesson even for an addict like me.

She wriggled as if she was in shock when I touched I cl!t. She closed her laps against my hand inside her pant, apparently because of the high sexual sensitivity my hand was making her feel. I removed her pants at the end; well, not without struggling with her. I must say here that Deola is very very strong; more like a wrestler. I had to dig deep inside myself as a man to overpower her. With my boxer off my body, I booked two first class return tickets, LAG/LON/LAS, Emirates Airline, exclusively for Deola and I. It was a journey I still savour uptil now. That was the first time I had s*x and wished it never end.

I climaxed like 5 times that day. I no fit stand up after the act. She had to go bring the food into her room and we ate on the her bed. After the meal, I told her I feel like sleeping. She smiled and left for the bathroom to take her bath. We started the s*x almost 11’Oclock and we stopped or rather, I got tired around some minutes past 1pm.

When she was done bathing and making up, getting ready to leave for work, she came to me on the bed, kissed me and said,

Deola: I am ready to go. C’mon, get up and get dressed so I can drop you at home.

Me: Drop me? I am tired. Please lock me inside. I will be here until you come back.

Deola: Are you serious?

Me: Very seriously. I just love it here. Don’t worry, I will be fine.

Deola: If that’s what you want. Ok. I will drop a key with you so that you can lock the main gate when you are leaving. I will drop by your house to collect the key when I am returning from work.

Me: How many of this key do you have?

Deola: 2: one for me, the other for my neighbour.

Me: Since your neighbour is not around, can I hold on to this one for the time being. I may decide to come here anytime.

Deola: Femi? It’s ok. Keep it.