I adored the pants off
him and I didn’t know how to tell him, he was unique, he was different
and he wasn’t available. Femi summarised much, he never let anything
become a big deal, he wasn’t controlling but he was in control and that
was what a woman craved more than anything, a man in control. He was Bond;
however in his case he was never shaken nor stirred. He was Bruce Banner powerful
in thought and deed but never turning green with envy. He was Tony Stark, loved
his toys, he was one of the boys but he never allowed them to cloud his
desire for the truth to always rise he defended stuff out of the need for truth.
He was a different man from the ones that made us hate all men.
Bad boys aint no good
Good boys aint no fun
Lord knows that I should
Run off with the right one
Femi and I had bumped
into each other at the most random of places, wine tasting events, car events,
movie premiers, airport lounges, places I almost never met any Nigerian man but
then he wasn’t Nigerian in the sense. From a humble background he had
managed to make a lot of himself and it was all him, no daddy no mommy no
uncle nothing. He was the kind of man you knew could make you comfortable
mentally because it would always be alright.
Ok enough about him,
this is about me, how I feel dammit! After seeing him at the club on
Kings Road it was definite I needed to see him again. He'd come with his
angels, a bunch of old girls friends some married some not but all who
hovered around him like he was honey and they were bees, every woman liked
him and I wondered how many had tasted him. He knew what to do, how to do it
and the right moment to choose to do it. He wouldn’t talk at times but his
silence said a lot and we all got the "memo" as he puts it when
there’s not much to say he lived by music; he always said “you say the best
when you say nothing at all”, typical line from a song guy he was. There I go
talking about him again when this is supposed to be about me.
After the last time I
saw him I promised that the next time I would talk, I had to; we had
danced at Bar Rumba and he held me close, I knew one thing for sure, I was
going to fuck his brains out and he won’t need to beg for this cooch! I
was dripping without him even struggling. Id once heard Abi say "he
does things to you", she described one evening when she was down on luck
and he kept her company in the yard while the rest of us were getting
wasted.
Her words "he lit
the blunt, took a few drags, passed it to her and in one movement drew her
close, without taking a drag, she was high on him and she swore to rape
him......I’m absolutely sure I know how she feels.
Working in the same building
was a stroke of luck even I couldn’t have hoped for. His contract had ended,
he got a short term offer in Santandar and poof, and he was within touching
distance. I could have sworn even the gods wanted this to happen! Seeing
him from afar walking back in from a cigarette break my legs failed me and
I was in shock, I tripped over my heels and there was that scene all
females wished never happen, my 6 inch number was from Chalany and they held
well however they couldn’t hold me up when I saw him. He'd seen what
happened and walked over like the quintessential gentleman he was, walked
through my group of friends and lent me a hand up. Playboy just had to do
that didn’t he; he just had to be my knight in shining armour.
Me and Mr Wrong get along so good
Even though he breaks my heart so bad
We got a special thing going on
Me and Mr Mister Wrong
Even if I try, no, I never could
Did I mention he also
lived close by? He drove past and saw me at the bus stop waiting for the
bus to Canning town, slowed down called my cousin at 7.15am to get my
number!! Who does that!!! He got his wish, my number…. and he
called....his words "Hey Kat, need a ride?”
I hopped in and my
life after was never the same. I’d met men but this was a real man! His life
was too simple, he never held anything to heart, he never pushed you for
anything, his theory, if you really want to do this for me, you would. He
cooked, he cleaned, and he hugged you just right, just right.
I was aching for the
kiss to happen and when it did I dived in! I’d had a few drinks and the
need for him was tearing me apart, I’d made up my mind to ask him in and
basically use my assets to get him. For fuck sake I was moist every time I
saw him, what else do I need? This wasn’t going to be love, I couldn’t
love him, he wasn’t available....ok maybe he was for this brief period. I wasn’t seeking
a man; I didn’t mind having him for now, just for now.
After drinks it was
obvious I was going to need a ride home from him, the rest of the guys
had left, my girls made a bee line to London Bridge and I asked him where
he parked (Silly billy like him, he hated the tube and always drove to the
C zone, I never got it but tonight I’m happy we have a car to be alone in.
Once we got in I said
a zillion things, none of which I could remember, he just smiled and
mumbled a lot. We were perfect actually, I spoke he listened and he
mumbled a few words from time to time.
Once we got to my
place, I was reluctant to get out, I kept the gist on, Id placed my hand on
his lap and shoulder a few times hoping he would just take me or something.
I wasn’t fragile; Femi for Pete’s sake put me out of my misery. I was like
a scuba diver seeking a pearl and he was definitely in need of air after we
were done.
He had apparently been
thinking the same thing; problem was he didn’t want to push his luck. Imagine
that! Other men would have even tried to grope but the gentleman in him wasn’t
keen on pushing it. After 5 minutes of hearing me babble on he'd asked if
I was going to go to work early tomorrow, I was like yea, might as well
and all then he leaned in to hug me goodnight, in doing this our body’s came
together. This was all it took to light up the atmosphere in his car, I heard
him say
"Fuck it"
and his lips were on me. Little did he know I’d been waiting for that kiss
since the first time I met him, he was too unique not to be tasted.
His lil Jap slanted
eyes twinkled, he asked if he could come in. I thought nigga if you dare
go now I will kill you! We went in and as I dropped the house keys on the
ledge beside the door I felt my waist being drawn back into his groin, he
was hard, I was practically dripping cum, I’d never been so turned on it
was eclectic. If anyone had told me his patience extended to sex Id have
never believed it, he was a gentle man as well as a gentle but an “in charge
lover”. After grinding me for a while all the while nibbling on my ear he
decided to turn me round allow me face him but only for a reason, he
wanted me naked, who was I to say no.
He took my blouse and
peeled it off like it wasn’t meant to be there, my bra was unhooked in a motion
that could only be from the Last Airbender and suddenly I was there with my
skirt dropped onto my heels and the VS knickers seemed like they were
there to waste time! He took everything off but made me keep the heels,
kinky so and so! He sat me down and looked into my eyes as if to say, get
ready for the ride, I didn’t imagine what was coming next, I couldn’t, I’d
never been with someone had so much attention to detail but Femi was
different. He popped a nipple into his mouth in a motion that has left a
stain on mu couch till today, I squirted. He plucked it pulled lightly and was
swirling it in his mouth, tongue flat pressed on it while his mouth
enclosed my areola. He had his other hand cupping my left breast up and
pressing it flat as if he was holding it in place. I was shaking and he
was working me like a BMW. I didn’t know when his hand went lower. He dug
down and peeled up the lips of my pussy while plucking out my bean as if
he put it there! This bastard was experienced and it was friggin’ obvious I was
going to get a whole lotta lovin', I had never been so found out it was
amazing and I loved it. I couldn’t imagine how a man could multi task,
from my breasts to my clit, and then he did the most magical thing,
cupped my butt cheeks put his lips on me and ate me. I’d heard from a lot
of black men that they don’t dive in but he took me out! I was dizzy from
cumming, I’d been hollow for so long a tongue in me was tearing me apart I
wanted his dick, he was making me wait, he made me wait. I reached for his
head and pressed it closer, I needed him to eat deeper, I needed something
to touch me so deep Id scream! How could he know what I want, I wanted so
bad to be penetrated but his tongue was giving me the high of a lifetime?
I had to fight him to get his belt off, it was enough. I couldn’t take the
punishment anymore. Reaching into his boxers for his dick was an experience. It
was like I was begging for it in my own friggin house I needed him and he
made me beg literally! We went ahead with a 69 and oh was it awesome. My living
room had a glass wall and I could see myself being eaten, trust me if you haven’t
seen your own cum face, you should. I took enough time to lick from tip to
shaft, treated his wood like I owned it and I was enjoying him teasing my
clit while one finger was inside me. I wanted him inside me so bad I was
shaking, I was ready, my ass was clenching my body was in awe of his
experience all I wanted was for him to come meet his new friend, my cooch.
Bummer; Femi had no condoms.
When he put that loving on me, I can't
think of nothing
That'll make me walk out
I'm holding on
I love my Mr Wrong
He be kissing and touching on me
I can't help but love him
I must be out my mind
For going so strong
I love my Mr Wrong
Bastard how could you
make me wait! I was ready, I was willing, you were able how could you not have
any condoms, what man has no condoms ready!!! AS IN WHAT THE FUCK!
He told me to calm
down, "I got this" he said. I wasn’t pleased, I wanted him and I was
fading. He picked me up, held me close and kissed me. There’s nothing more
hard to pacify than a bitch on heat, this nigga knew his way around woman
(Have I said that already?) He kissed the anger out of me, slight to no
tongue, just used it to graze my teeth, peeled at my lips and in the words of
my gateman in Lekki, he "did me strong thing"!
He placed his dick at
the mouth of my vagina and in a flat form like a sausage in a bun, I went wild,
I was riding his body even with his dick outside it felt so good, I came for
the 4th time that night with his cum flowing over my groin and stomach,
passing out with all our body juices dripping on the couch was easy. I couldn’t
do anymore, I wanted to play and please him a lot more but that would have
to wait.
I smelt the weed from
the back garden, that was what woke me up, typical Femi, he'd found
coffee, mixed himself a blend and in an early autumn my Femi was smoking
and drinking coffee from my kitchen in my back yard.
Wait did I just call
him mine?
To Be Continued.......