Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

I see some of you showing concerns about my health. Well, I guess that’s what addiction is all about. Take a smoker for instance. It is clearly written on the pack of the cigarette that “smokers are liable to die young”; yet, you see guys smoking their lives away. I followed a documentary recently about the heart condition of smokers and guys, what I found out was very scary because of the large nicotine intake. Inspite of this, does the smoking rate slow down? Your guess is as good as mine: NO.

According to my reliable dictionary, an addict is a person who is very (or chronically) interested in something and spends a LOT of their free time on it. In other words, an addict does not bother him or herself with the consequence of what he/she does. The major concern for an addict is the love they have for what they do – be it positive addiction or negative. Anyone addicted to reading will read whatever his or her eyes finds to read. I used to have a colleague like that who can read from morning till evening without stopping.

In a nutshell, Femi was addicted to s*x, he loved it and won’t stop doing it, even if his health is at risk! He just wanna get inbetween those legs and enjoy himself. #sighs.

I lifted Deola up and we made our way into the room. I la!d her on the bed while I removed my cloths. Still with my boxers, I joined her on the bed and we started kissing. It was hot. Soon, I lost control and she took over. She kissed every part of my body: my eyes, nose, neck…everywhere. She removed my boxers herself and threw it away like someone possessed or starved of s*x for months. She unstrapped her bra too and removed her p@anties. She started smiling as if she just won a lottery,

Me: Why are you smiling?

Deola: Femi, you don’t know how much I wanted this. You don’t know how wide and deep I’ve fantasized having you. You unleashed the zeal in me and baby, I can’t stop.

Me: Help yourself baby, help yourself.

She held my J0yst!ck and started sU-Cking on it. I released myself to Deola for further exploration. She sU-Cked my balls too and mehn, that feeling was out of this world. Let me spare you the details felas. I managed 2 rounds with her and that was it. When la!d on the bed cuddling, I seized the opportunity to inform her about what’s gonna happen the next day,

Me: Baby..

Deola: Yes.

Me: My heard my uncle is very sick. I need go see him tomorrow morning.

Deola: Really? What happened to him?

Me: I don’t know for now. I will only have a clue when I get there.

Deola: Ok. When are you going and where does he stay?

Me: I will leave as early as possible. He stays in Ajelogo, Mile 12.

Deola: Where is that?

Me: Ikorodu road, Kosofe Local Government.

Deola: Ok. When will you come back?

Me: I can’t say. I will call you from there to inform you how things are going.

Deola: Ok. Be careful baby.

Me: You know I will.

One by one, we both slept off. It was a sweet night to remember. Deola sealed her love for me that evening; and without any doubt, I know she loved me crazy.

I woke up around 3am while she was sleeping like a baby, her arm wrapped around my waist and her head on my chest. She looked like an angel when I looked at her face. I kissed her on the forehead gently in admiration and appreciation. I shouldn’t have done that!

She opened her eyes and started rubbing her hands all over me. My J0yst!ck responded with swift attention that even a 4G Wireless can’t boast of. She moved her hand down south my crotch and started stroking again. After some minutes of stroking, she turned her back towards me and willfully inserted my J0yst!ck in her punny. That sliding in made me felt so heavenly. I raised one of her laps to ease my penetration. I gave her a good hammering that resulted to both of us sweating profusely, even with her AC on. 15mins later, I climaxed and stopped. She kept on rubbing on her cl!t until she Pour all over the place.

Deola: Ooohh! Sh*t. I love this. How do you feel baby?

Me: I feel good too, and tired.

Deola: Don’t worry. I’ve got what will replenish your energy and get you back rocking.

Me: What’s that?

Deola: Don’t bother. I am a Medical Practitioner. I know my onus and I am very pragmatic at it.

Me: Yes Doc. Fix me.

Deola: Hahahaha. Hold on.

She left the bedroom and came back with a capsule, a cup of thick tea. She asked me to drink up the capsule that it’s going to work wonders in my body. I asked for the name of the capsule but she refused telling me,

Deola: I will be breaking the Ethics in my profession if I tell you. Besides, I will be risking my license too. Also, you may become addicted to using the drug which will damage your health at the long run.

When doctors speak, you have to respect them; they know more than you do.

Me: Yes ma. In fact, if I ever asked you for the name again, slap me.

I drank up the capsule and we went back to sleep. True to her words, I woke up around 6am feeling strong and agile; even my J0yst!ck shared in the mood.

#DeolaisMagical.

I told Deola of my readiness to leave. She looked a bit unhappy,

Deola: This early?

Me: Yea. Let me start going so that I can get there on time.

Deola: Stay with me a little now. I will be lonely if you’re gone.

She held my leg to prevent me leaving,

Me: Baby, I understand your plight. Going to see my sick uncle is the right thing to do. The earlier I go the better for me. I can’t face the traffic on Ikorodu road. I promise to come sleep here again tonight.

Deola: Serious?

Me: Yes I am.

Deola: You are a darling!

She jumped at me and hugged me. After the hug I asked,

Me: Are you happy now?

Deola: Yes I am. See Femi, I can’t explain how I always feel whenever you’re with me. It’s like you have my heart in your hands.

Me: Hmmm. Ok ooo. I will handle your heart with care. Can I go now?

Deola: Not so fast. A kiss to make my day won’t be a bad idea now, will it?

Me: No, it won’t.

She knelt on the bed while I was at the edge of it. I planted a deep kiss on her lips; and truly, I made it a real KISS: Keep It Short and Simple. She walked me to the gates, hugged me again and I left.

I rushed straight into the bathroom when I got home. I took my bath, got dressed and dialed Cynthia’s number,

Me: Hello.

Cynthia’s Mum: Hello.

Me: Oh mummy, e kaaro ma. Emi ni mo pe lana. Se mo le wa wo Cynthia nsiyin? (I called yesterday. Can I come see Cynthia now?).

Cynthia: O le ma bo. Oun na ti ji nsiyin. (Yes you can come. She is awake too.)

Me: Ok ma. Mi o ni pe de (I will be there soon).

I locked my door and rushed downstairs. I told Garfar my intentions and also instructed him to keep records of those who might come looking for me. He nodded in affirmation and I set sail. On my way to the bus stop I dialed Ini’s number to tell her of my movement,

Me: Baby, I am already on my way. I’ll inform you of my movements, okay?

Ini: Ok baby. I am getting ready for work too. Go well my darling.

Me: Ok love.

I called Deola too and informed her of my movement. She wished me well and reminded me of my promise to come back to her. I assured her of my commitment. I joined a bus to CMS and from there, I navigated my way to St. Nicolas.

I dialed Cynthia’s number again and her mother directed me to where they are. I got there and saw Cynthia already sitting up speaking with her mum. Cynthia suddenly looked at my direction when I was walking towards them. She looked so surprised to me that morning,

Me: Good morning ma. I am Femi. I’ve been calling you since yesterday. Good morning Cynthia. How are you?

Cynthia: I am fine. How did you know I am here?

Me: Your mum told me when I called.

Cynthia: Maami, e de so fun mi? (And you couldn’t tell me mum?).

Cynthia’s Mum: Ma binu. On sun lowo nigba to pe ni. (Apologies. You were sleeping when he called).

Me: It’s good to see you getting better. What happened?

Cynthia: Doctor said it’s typhoid-malaria. Thank God I was rescued on time.

Me: Thank God. Hope you’re feeling better now?

Cynthia: My health has improved. If you had come to see me on Monday morning, you would’ve thought I wouldn’t make it. My mum told me how horrific I looked and how terrified she was.

Me: Eeyah! Mummy e ku itoju oo (Thanks mum for the care).

Cynthia’s Mum: Oluwa lo ko wa yo o. Oluwa lo lope (It was God that saved us. He owns the praise).

Cynthia’s mum excused herself. She said she wanna go see the doctor to ask for further instructions. As yoruba man, I knew that the move was a courtesy shown by her to afford Cynthai and I some privacy to talk. I respect African Women when it comes to that cos they know that they know what they know.

Cynthia: How are you Femi? How is your health now?

Me: I am very ok. I was surprised and shocked when your mum told me yesterday.

Cynthia: You mean you just learnt about my sickness yesterday?

Me: Yes. I have been angry with you since the last time I called you. You annoyed me by saying I was going to see a woman when I told you I was going out. I decided I wasn’t going to call you again until you apologise. So, after more than 48hrs of silence, I got worried. I knew something is wrong somewhere. I called your number to find out what happened and your mum told me that you’re in the hospital.

Cynthia: I am sorry Femi by my actions that day. I was just being jealous that’s all.

Me: No need to apologise Cynthia. Thank God you’re better now.

Cynthia’s mother came back and join us. She said the doctor said Cynthia will be discharged on Friday much to her delight. I waited for another 3hrs in the hospital discussing with her mother about general things in the country. Cynthia just sat there watching both of us as we argue back and forth on issues that had no concern with her.

After staying for almost 4hrs in the hospital, I announced my intention to start going. The expression on Cynthia face changed to a facial expression of regret. I opened my wallet, counted 10k and secretly handed it over to Cynthia. I bade both her and her mother a goodbye and left.

#Freedom