Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

I was still madly hard after the eruption. I have never felt that way before my entire life. Deola covered her p***y with one hand. The reason she did that I don’t know. My guess was that maybe I pounded her too much and too deep. That night was just unusual of me. I was incredibly strong and powerful after the meal. Wetin dis girl give me chop?

Me: Baby?

Deola: (Witha faint voice) Ye…s.

Me: What is with that pizza or milk? I am feeling unusual this night.

Deola: Yea I know. It is the milk actually. It was supposed to energize you and replenish your lost strength due to the stress you went through in going to see your uncle. What I don’t understand is how it made you this strong! Your J0yst!ck was so strong in me, touching my womb. I will stop ordering for it then.

Me: Is that why you covered your p***y? Have I hurt you?

Deola: Yea a little.

Me: Ha? I am sorry. You should have stopped me now.

Deola: I can’t. I don’t wanna upset you anymore. I guess that’s the sacrifice I can willingly make to make you feel happy.

Me: Baby! Why did you allow me enjoy myself at your own pain? That’s not good enough.

Deola: I am not complaining dear. It’s alright. I’ll be fine.

I felt sorry for her that night. She was truly in obvious pain while I was thrusting in hard. Sometimes, when you’re 45% loaded during s*x, that is when you’re just getting started; you can’t stop the process halfway cos it is better not to do anything at all than stop prematurely!

I drew her closer, rubbed my hand all over her body, mostly her b0s0m and navel. A kiss on the eyebrow and forehead made her express a little smile. With her right hand covering her p***y, she used her left on my Johnny, which was already in attention.

Me: Baby don’t do that please.

Deola: Why not?

Me: Don’t start what you can’t finish. Besides, you said you are tired.

Deola: I was tired because I was gasping for breath, not because of this…

Me: Are you sure?

Deola: Have I ever backed down before?

Me: But you asked me to stop earlier.

Deola: It’s just a ploy to help me catch my breath. C’mon papa, mama needs some more…

I obliged. Wetin you want na im I go give you. We did a gorilla doggy, belly to belly before I cadenced on missionary. This time, she was strong and fit enough to take whatever I threw at her. My almost 10′ J0yst!ck buried inside her hole made her roll up her eyes, licked her lips and m0aned heavily. She wet my J0yst!ck with her Pour and few minutes later, I sent in the rain!

I collapsed on the bed beside her famished. Eventhough my J0yst!ck was still very much hard, I masterfully detached my mind away from her fresh-looking, tempting and spotless body. No be on top you I go die, I’ve got my life to live.

Although I woke up around 4am, I tried not to touch Deola cos I know say she be Thuraya wey no dey tire. Any touch will awake the sleeping demon inside her. I avoided making any contact with her because I was afraid make she no come finish all my blood; Mary still dey come my den, her own salary sef dey their to pay even if she claimed she doesn’t want to be “touched.”

I went back to sleep again, making sure the only contact I am having with Deola is the breath coming outta my nostril. I felt tempted to engage my J0yst!ck again through the back door. I don’t know why I love this position. My body wanted to, but my mind was against it.

7am our sleep was interrupted by her phone. She had a call to report immediately,

Deola: What happened?

Voice: Nothing. Just Come right away!

Deola: Ok sir!

She turned to me looking sad and disapproval,

Deola: I am asked to report to work now. My attention is needed at the clinic.

Me: That shouldn’t be a problem. You know how we do it: lock me here, give me the keys!

Deola: Yea.

She hurried off to bathroom to take her bath. I got up from bed sluggishly that morning, feeling highly dehydrated, even after drinking a huge jug of cold water. I got myself a bottle water from her fridge while she bath.

She came out of the bathroom Unclad! My third leg wan speak again but I had to keep him shut down. She got dressed in front of me. The problem I have with women is not what they wear, but how long they take to adjust it on themselves. It doesn’t take guys up to 10mins to get dressed; but women, they can spend up to 30mins applying make-ups and checking their faces in the mirror. Deola’s bath didn’t take her up to 15mins; but when dressing and making up, she spent almost 40mins! I got incensed by her make overs that I said,

Me: I thought you said your needed at the moment?

Deola: Yes.

Me: And you’re still here applying make-ups? Are you going to do fashion parade at the clinic? Just get dressed and leave already woman!

Deola looked at me surprised that I spoke to her like that. I mean I was very annoyed and furious.

Deola: I am just trying to look nice Femi. You don’t have to shout at me like that. That’s not right!

She fall my hand. She wore a sorry look on her face, disappointed by my words. Whose blame is it?