THE FLING : STRAIGHT TO THE POINT

Before I met Stanley, I hadn’t been touched in 8months. I had been celibate. A little backstory; I was in a relationship with Chibuzor before he moved to Houston. I decided I’d be faithful, because why not ?. The plan was going really well until we broke up because he knocked someone up. I think I might have forgiven him for cheating if there wasn’t clear evidence of his extracurricular activities. I loved him that much but there’s a baby in the picture now- and that is one thing I cannot accept. Back to Stanley… The moment I saw Stanley, I said to myself “I think it’s time for me to get laid” To be fair, it wasn’t entirely my fault. He looked at me as though he wanted to eat me up and I got the message. I don’t know how, but the moment our eyes met, we both knew we wanted to be naked, in each others arms. We were at a friend’s birthday party in Oniru beach and the idea behind that kind of party is to “socialise”. I took advantage of the situation and said “hello” to him. When it comes to “just knacks” I’m big on making the first move because I feel I’d have the upper hand. Being in control, turns me on. Don’t ask me how I did it but in a couple of hours, Stanley and I were making plans on how to ditch the party to start our own party. He said “are you sure you really want to do this?” I said “yes, I like you and I noticed you’ve been undressing me with your eyes”.“Trust me, I’ve moved beyond undressing you” he said and I smiled; Love me a guy who’s good with his mouth. Can’t wait to see what else that mouth can do. We decided to wait till the end of the party. We passed time by getting to know each-other. I’m keen on what someone has upstairs even if I’m only interested in what their hands, mouth and certain parts of their body can do. We spoke about a lot of things; food, people, books, movies and sex (for obvious reasons). We bonded quite well for people who had just met and I was ready to go home with him that night. I know I’m a big girl, and I can handle myself but I spoke to our friend- the celebrant (who I have conveniently left out of this story, again, for obvious reasons) about following “his friend” home, just incase he’s a serial killer or a kidnapper and they don’t hear from me after that night. Stanley’s apartment was better than I had imagined. I didn’t think much about what his house looked like but it was wayyyy better than anything that I might’ve imagined. We went straight to his room and I started undressing, I had only taken my shirt off when he held me and brought me closer to his body, he sat on the edge of his bed and carried me on his laps, facing him. “Wow this looks good” I thought to myself. He kissed my right shoulder then my chest and was slowly working his way to my neck when he held my face and tried to kiss me. In my head I said /No please don’t/ I turned away and said “I don’t like kissing people I’m not in love with, let’s just go straight to the point” and he responded “I like kissing people I’m sleeping with. It’s what turns me on.”

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