Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Cynthia need to learn some respect: after all, na f**k we dey f**k each other now, nothing serious between us. Come to think of it, this is not her first time of behaving like this. This was how she was rude to me before she got sick. My problem is that she’s never patient: she is too hurty and violent. I come dey imagine oo, if to say na for bed she catch me and Ini nko? Na im be say she go behead me be that!

I felt lonely and alone after the whole sh*t. The need to have a life companion so that this whole bullshit can stop arrested my heart. For every guy out there, there is always a point where the need to do the needful speaks. For me, I got tired of this whole show. I never really had a peace of mind with these girls, except when I am with Ini. She is the only woman that gives peace to my heart. She knows my frame and what constitutes my thoughts. She knows what to say, how to say it, where to say it, when to say it and why it should be said. She’s just a complete woman. Should I marry her? What about my family, will they not question such a move? Of all the nice, decent, beautiful and pleasant Yoruba Girls around, why go for a Calabar Girl? Their culture, norms, beliefs, traditions and perspectives are different from ours. Will I not create an enmity and divide in my family if I dare make such a move? Will she even accept? Will her family accept her wish to cross tribe? So many questions begging for answers.

To say the fact, there are only 2 tribes all over the world: a good tribe and a bad tribe. A man is a man, a race is a race. A man is not judged by his race or tribe; he should be judged because he is a human being. That a man comes from a bad tribe doesn’t mean he’s gonna be a bad person and vice versa. We often fall into this prejudice because of what we have heard from people. Character, humility, decency, truthfulness, openness, hospitatility and pure love should guide and guard us whenever we are searching for a life partner. That he/she is Hausa, Igbo, Yoruba, Tiv, Urhobo or the likes should NEVER be the yardstick for choosing a life partner. Well, this is not counselling section. So, enough said.

Mary promised to come visit me tomorrow. I should get prepared for her visit properly. I sniffed another chance of bleeping her again. I was savouring the taste and feeling when Deola called again,

Deola: Baby, what should I get you for dinner?

Me: I don’t pick foods Deola. Anything will do.

Deola: No now. I want you to choose. Tell me what to get you, please.

I don’t know what to tell her. The only thing that came to my mind then was pizza!

Me: Ok. I’d need a pizza for dinner.

Deola: And what?

Me: As in?

Deola: As in, Pizza and what?

Me: And anything Deola, anything.

Deola: Haba baby, why are you sounding like this? Are you still angry?

Me: No I am not Deola. I want pizza and anything you can buy too, or anything that can go with it.

Deola: Ok baby. See you later.

Na only me dey this world ni? Cynthia is fiery, Deola is nagging! Kilode gan sef? Mtcheeewww. Thid feeling only helped to nail the need to settle down on the head. Una no go kill me sha.

I switched my attention back to Mary. I don’t know why she agreed to come see me. Could it be that she missed me? How does she look like now? Is she fat, bulky, fit or slim? Is she taller than before? Is she more beautiful now? Even if she is all of that, will she ever allow me see her pants again cos I remember she said, “…we are done.” “Well, treat like a guest then”, I conclude. This means that I also have to leave Deola’s place very early in the morning so that I get everywhere arranged and made ready. Presently, everywhere is looking tidy and neat. So, just a little cleaning and dusting will complete the magic.

It dawn on me that I haven’t confirmed Mary’s promise to come. Silly me! I called her right away,

Mary: Hello sir. Good evening.

Me: Evening Mary. How are you?

Mary: I am fine and ok. What about you?

Me: I am good. Are you still coming tomorrow?

Mary: Yes I am. I told my parents and they agreed. There will be no need to come very early any longer.

Me: Why?

Mary: I told my parents that I may pass the night in Lagos. My mum objected to it instantly but when I approached my dad, he convinced her to let me go.

Me: What did your dad tell your mum?

Mary: He told her that she should allow me, that I am no longer a kid. Besides, do they know what I have been doing at school?

Me: Hmmmm. That’s a nice one there but, you know, don’t misuse the opportunity please.

Mary: No I won’t. That’s why I decided to pass the night in your house…(My heart lept for joy when I heard that but the euphoria was short-lived)…on one condition.

Me: Mary? What condition again?

Mary: That you’ll not touch me or attempt to!

Me: Agreed. Is that all?

Mary: Yes.

Me: Ok. No p. See you tomorrow.

Call ends.

I told myself, “na you go create wetin go make me touch you.” I used the next few hours on my PES before Deola came by to pick me up for the night!

Sometimes you’re not just in the mood. This summarizes my night with Deola when we got to her place. I was relatively moody and reserved. I felt a part of me detached from her; there was no spark, no ember, no passion, no zeal. Pre-occupied by the thoughts of how to manouver Mary the following day, I was completely away from Deola; I took no cognizance of what she was doing. I sat close to the TV to relax but I think it is better to say it was the TV that was watching me instead. I was just detached from her without explanation. I saw Deola’s lips moving but I couldn’t hear a damn thing. You know the feeling right?

Deola: Feeeeemmmmmmmiiiiiiii!

Me: Jesus! What?

Deola: What’s wrong baby? I have called your name like 100 times and you didn’t answer me. Are you still angry with me? I said I am sorry now.

Me: Forgive me, I was lost in thoughts.

Deola: About what? What happened?

Me: About my uncle, his health status and all, you know.

Deola: It is understandable baby. He will be fine, relax.

Me: Ok. What do we have for dinner?

Deola: I got you the pizza you requested.

Me: Hmmmmm yummy! Go get it mama.

Deola: Yes papa.

I just have to put up some show and liven up the atmosphere in order to erase any doubt of my full presence with Deola. My heart was actually divided. What kinda life be this now? Abi I do girls-ritual ni? only me: Deola, Ini, Cynthia…Mary…Osas; even Janet sef wan collect form. I resemble 2 Face?

Deola came back with the pizza and a bottle of chilled bottle of processed milk, I think it was imported because that was the very first time I am gonna see such. She placed the pizza on the table, got a napkin and cutleries.

Deola: There you go baby.

Me: Thanks dear. Aren’t you gonna join me?

Deola: Nope. I’ll make do with the chips in my bag.

Me: Will that be ok for you?

Deola: Yes it will. Besides, I have taken something at work before I closed.

Me: Alright. Watch me.

One horrible thing about me is that I eat all these junk foods like they are real meal. Deola watched on as I almost galloped the whole package of the pizza. The chilled milk only made matters worst in that it served as a catalyst that helped in devouring the food like a man ordered to eat after 1000 days of dry fast. Lol. I finished the whole bottle of milk as if I am drinking water. I never knew the kind of effect the milk will have on me until I la!d me down on the bed to sleep after shower. She gave me a night robe after the shower to, according to her words, “aide your sleep.” Deola is an expert, a genius at making all your body parts perform at their optimum strength (Hope you know what I mean, right?). As in, I was hard as rock down south. It was as if the whole went down there to rent space. I was so hard that I couldn’t tie the rope around my waist because of the hard on. And Deola, knowing that the deed has already been done, and after taking her own shower too, let down her hand straight on my arsenal. That touch sent a crazy chilling all through the departments of my body. To make me go crazy, she rolled and wrapped her mouth around my Johnny, her right fingers teasing my Tips. The AC made the condition in the room electrifying. With my legs wide opened, I released myself to Deola for COMPLETE exploration. After like 7mins, I became high and ready to burst into her mouth.

Me: Deola wait…

Deola: What’s wrong baby?

Me: Can you get me a cold water?

Deola: What for? Are you tasty?

Me: Something like that.

Deola: Ok.

She rushed off the bed to get the water. I held my machine to prevent it from raining that early. I sat up the bed, moved around the room as I await the water. Finally, she came with the water; a big jug of cold water! Perfect. I drank 3 cups of it and I felt relaxed and ready.

Me: Now it’s my turn mama.

I lifted her and slammed her on the bed. She gave a s*xy** look and started licking her lips. Truly this girl is ready to get f**ked. I opened up her legs and buried my head in her punny. She sang all manner of songs that evening as I gave her a sweet-loving oral. When I noticed how unstable her legs were, shaking from the effect of the head, I knew it was time to invite the General for address the battalion! I bleeped Deola back and forth like someone on drugs. For the first time, Deola begged me to stop. Stop wetin? Wey I never come? She had climaxed like twice or more. I said her,

Me: You have to endure baby, I will come soon, ok?

Deola: Ok.

I noticed she was in obvious pain. Sincerely I couldn’t explain why that night was like that. Could it have been an effect from what I drank? Or the euphoria of bleeping Mary again after a long time? I rushed up the section, thrusting faster, deeper but precise and steady. Few minutes later, I blasted my Pour inside her. It was a massive eruption that took all my strength away. Her punny couldn’t contain my Pour too.

Me: That was magical!

Deola: I am tired.

Na sleep sure pass.