Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28
THE LAST LOVEMAKING
“Ayaba, what are you doing here?”
“Is that question really necessary?” She asked me. I was quiet.
I brought you some food and medicine. Eat and use the herbal medicine. I wish you a speedy recovery. She kissed me and dashed off into the darkness before I could say “thank you. I ate the food as if I have been starved of food for 100 years. Then I relaxed in my lonely room. I was expecting Abena to come back the next day but she didn’t. The herbal medicine worked like magic. The next day, my pain subsided.
On the third day,in the evening, I heard footsteps approaching my hut-like room. I was happy. I’m sure Ayaba is coming.
Then she materialised into my room. It wasn’t Abena. It was kakra.
She brought me some food and a clean blue shirt. Her plump features made her looked more mature than her true age which I conjecturedto be 16. She gazed at me and smiled.
“Where is Ayaba?” I asked.
She’s busy. She can’t come today, she answered.
“She asked me to bring you this food,” Kakra said, handing the food over to me. She smiled at me with glee.
I forced myself to smile back at her. She looked away as if she was trying hard to conceal something. Beauty truly ran through Mr.Agymah’s family.
“I like you Fafa,” Kakra said.
“I can see that but I hope it’s just normal likeness,” I said.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,” Kakra laughed hysterically without answering. She held my shoulder and politely asked to see my wound. I turned my back towards her. She lifted my shirt and looked at the stripes made by the excessive canning. She rubbed the wound with some palm for a few minutes and asked me to turn round. When I turned round, she looked into my eyes and smiled with a great hilarity.
“You are such a gentle and cool-spirited guy . I’m happy my sister is in love with you.
Then kakra began to speak as if someone was speaking through her. She said, “My son, If I were you, I wouldn’t think of that she-devil again. She had been the cause of all your troubles, I beg you, don’t let this girl send you to an early grave. She may be your ……Half Sister but her path is a path of destruction. Pleassssse, think about what I said. DON’T LET HER RUIN YOUR LIFE. My son…..I WARN YOU oooo.”
I was surprised Kakra was admonishing me like my mother. I was afraid of her when she continued…” I have forgiven you for disobeying my instruction but it’s time for you to find your true path.
I have done my path as your……”
“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT…UP ”
I commanded Kakra ( or was it her)
Then I shook her. Suddenly she came into her normal self and said, brother Fafa, what happened?”
“I don’t know,” I said still looking at her with so much apprehension.
“Did I say something wrong?” She asked.
“You were talking like my mother,”I said.
“Me? How? I don’t even know her, how can I talk like her?”
It was then that I realised my mother was speaking to me through Kakra.
“I’m sorry Kakra, I’m just joking.” I said to calm the situation. It worked. Her smile came back to her face.
Kakra said,” By Tomorrow, you will be one hundred percent fit. Bath and change your shirt.”
“Ok, I said.”
“Have a good night.” She said and
After she left, I remained on one spot dumbfounded. Did I just hear my mother’s voice through Kakra.
Her concerns for me were really genuine and her advice to me sounded very logical.Hmmm.”
The following evening Ayaba came into my palmfrond hut beaming with smiles. She greeted me and sat down.
“I’m sure you are okay now, ” she said with such a finality that left me wondering what made her so sure of that.
“Yea, I’m good but I’m still traumatised.”
Ayaba said, “don’t worry , I will give you something sweet to remove your painful experience?”
I knew what Ayaba meant by “SOMETHING SWEET.”
I tried to change the topic ….
“How’s your father and mother?”
“My parents were disappointed in your girl…f….I mean your ..Sister. They say you don’t deserve such an aggressive girl.”
“I see, so who do I deserve?”
Ayaba was quiet. She open her thighs.
Ayaba fit into the perfect definition of a beautiful lady. Curvy figure, round breast, set lips and amorous eyes. I couldn’t help but gape in between the acute angle. She was really endowed with a thick and gorgeous body. Me eyes travelled all the way through the acute angle until the angle narrowed much more at the core into a sharp “V”
My God!!! There was no pant there! ???????
I could see the flames of love burning incessantly in her eyes.
She held my face and kissed me passionately. I was ignited with a hot unbridled passion.
Her eyes glowed like that of a hunting cat’s in that dimly lit room.In her very soft melodious voice, she said , “my love for you is infinite.
I touched her waist and felt her quickening pulse. Her beautiful eyes communicated sensual messages to me.
Without words, I held her hands. We stood together very close and gaze with a longing in our respective eyes. My hands softly touched her right cheek. Her eyes closed as her face turned in my hands. My left hand brushed through her hair and carresed her earlobes and neck. I felt her tremble.
Her eyes grew deeper and sparkled with rays of love.
I knew there was no turning point.
Our hands met. The fingers inter
twined and teasing each other in responsive caresses.
As if with some unstoppable forces,our faces moved closer.
Cheeks touched cheeks and I felt my growing moustache cautiously touching her cheeks. In a moment that seemed like eternity, our lips touched and began to move as one. Her lips melted into mine.
My hands moved and touched her nipples. She gasped. Her knees weaken with the intensity of my kisses. I could feel the rhythm of her heart beat when she saw “the thing rising.” I knew Ayaba was not
My hands moved away to her back and found her Zip.
“The dress fell under her feet like a pack of rug. She stepped out of her them. Her hand wanted to lift off my shirt but later decided to unbuttoned them in haste. Both shirt and trousers were thrown away. My blood boiled with passion.
She gazed at my body. The stripes were even disappearing. I was almost completely healed.
I said, “thank you for bringing me medicine and food.”
She said,” anything for you.”
Then my arms encircled hers. Our bodies synchronised as if they were designed for each other. My lips were skating over her breasts.
Our breaths mingled. We fall into each other, and feel the natural rhythm, locking our eyes onto ourselves for just a moment to assess our level of sincerity. It was enough for us to feel safe with each other’s composure. I started caressing her from her bosom downward and my hands moved in between her legs groping for the “valley of pleasure ” in the core as if I have forgotten its geographical location.
The effect was instantaneous. She pushed her head on the raffia mat as a low moan escaped her lips involuntarily. When my hands finally reached their targeted destination, around the orifice of her private chamber, she let out a loud “OHHH,YEEEAAA!!! Sound. Then it reached her honeypot causing her to reach a crescendo of unimaginable ecstasy and excitement. Then I inched my head closer until my lips were flushed against hers.
I could see the authenticity of her love for me. It was evident through her eyes. The eye is indeed a window to the soul. This ” window ” had been opened wide enough for me to see.
I gave her a heavy petting and then tucked my hand behind her back and pulled her very closer to the very thing that made me a man.
As we got closer and tighter, I got into her ” valley of joy,” that valley being the only space left for me to habitate to signify our
conglomeration bonding us into one homogenous being. With that bond, we teleported ourselves from the painful physical world into the world of ecstasy, pleasure and laughter.
The room suddenly transformed into the garden of Eden. Suddenly, it seemed lit with a blue candle
light and the ground was adorned with soft rosy flowers. Birds seemed to chirup incessantly in our eyes and we heard ” la la la la la sounds all round us.”
Time seemed to stop to witness the solemn display of love at its Zenith, so young, so tender, so romantic.
I felt I was en route to heaven and found myself catching fire in the watery warmth of her flesh.
We made love, the pungent scent of our bodies’ juices mingling with each other. The lovematics was overwhelming. Our chemistry was naturally in tune bringing series and series of pleasure and great ecstasy, leaving Ayaba gasping for breath as she kept moaning uncontrollably. It was cacophoniousat first but her later became euphonious adding to the tempo of the banging.
The moon tore itself out of the dark sky and gazed at us with shining eyes, very much in consternation
, its light pouring on us like search lights.
Exhaustion became the final arbiter that broke our orgasmic bond.
We laid on the bed naked. The room which had been transformed into a fairy tale world during our Swivation suddenly re-transfor
med from its paranormal status to its normal appearance, the rosies, candles and blue lights suddenly obliterated from view.
We laid there in the quiet, just enjoying the dead silence of the moment that had just witnessed the secret scene.
There is nothing more satisfying than fulfilling the desires of our heart and soul.
Our heart can be deceptive.
It often follows frivolous fantasies than cogent reasoning. Since fantasies are not real, it stands to think that our hearts often followed unrealistic expectations.
Back to the physical world, Abena dressed up quickly and told me,
” This memory can last with me for a lifetime.”
I smiled and said, ” me too.”
I will see you on Friday.” said she.
“Okay dear, have a sweet Bye.”
I said and she left, occasionally turning back and seeing me stared lustful at her huge ass, a place that had been my temporary “habitat” just a few minutes ago when we unite.
“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive, and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life.
Show me the person they sleep with, and I will tell you their valuation of themselves.
No matter what corruption they’re taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment – just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! – an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire.
It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience – or to fake – a sense of self-esteem.
Love is our response to our highest values – and can be nothing else.” ― Ayn Rand
A statement or an idea which is unproven, but is thought to be true; a guess.
A great amount of amusement, usually accompanied by laughter.
(countable) Something that induces laughter.
Phallophobia in its narrower sense is a fear of the erect manhood and in a broader sense an excessive aversion to masculinity
Truthfulness of origins, attributions, commitments, sincerity, and intentions.
A coming together of separate parts.
Containing, consisting of, or producing harsh, unpleasant or discordant sounds.
Pleasant-sounding; agreeable to the ear.
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