"How was your night? Hope you slept well?" Aunt Uka inquired.
"Yes, I did," I said and wavered, wasn't sure I should say what was troubling me."But…?" she asked curiosity written in her eyes."Nono, told me yesternight when I came that some lady died in the room I was offered"They all stared at me for a few seconds, probably thinking I was joking, when it became obvious, I wasn't. They had a peal of long hard laughter making me look foolish."Are you scared?" Uncle Philip asked still grinning between words."No… am not" I replied wondering why what I said was so funny."It is not true," Aunt Uka said. "Our previous house help told Nono that to prevent her from entering in there to disturb her. That used to be her room""What happened to the house help?" I asked wondering whether she was the one that died in the room.They all cracked up once more and when they were through, Uncle Philip inquired having dropped his newspaper from so much laughter."What do you think happened to her?""I don't know" I whispered as my eyebrows came down in confusion."She left us and got married for crying out loud. You are so funny. Stop watching Nigerian movies. They are not healthy". He giggled.Aunt Uka turned to her daughter and said "Have you seen what you have done to your uncle?" the little girl smiled and waved a sorry at me."Don't mind her; she was probably just playing with you. Nobody died in that room". She assured me and suddenly from behind her appeared a pretty young girl with a tray of fried rice. The aroma engulfed the entire dining room, my stomach rumbled.I stared at her and our eyes met in a magical moment. Her lips curved to one side of her cheek in the most charming smile. I just could not help but return the smile with one that couldn't match hers."Since morning, Philomena, I thought you were not going to bring the food again," Aunt Uka said pushing away the empty glass in front of her to free some space for the bowl of rice."Sorry, ma. I was frying the plantain" she responded in a soft voice that melted my heart. That was the most beautiful voice I have heard in my whole fucking life.I watched as she served food and each time, she bent down over to grab a plate, her shirt would fall forward that I could see her bare breast hanging there. They were really beautiful and I was impressed by how dark her nipples were. I couldn't take my eyes off them. The way they hung made them look bigger than they actually were and between quick glimpses, my imagination journeyed wild. By the time she noticed what I was staring at, I was already hard. She left the dining room embarrassed after pulling up the collar of her dress."Alex!" my aunt's screams jolted back to the dining room."Ma!" I responded lost, with wild eyes and opened lips."What are you looking at?" she asked with her fill spoon of rice paused in mid-air."Ma… nothing, ma""How do you mean nothing? I have been calling you and you didn't reply. You have barely touched your food since I served it""Sorry aunt. I was thinking of my mother I left in the village" I lied to cover my track, can't let her know I was thinking about her maid."Aww, mama's boy; I'm sure she misses you too" she drove the spoon of rice into her mouth and with a mouthful said, "Now eat your food before it gets cold".*Shortly, breakfast ended and I was back in my new room. I fell on the bed, face down; consumed with the thought of Philomena. The venom of desire penetrated my whole being. The fire of passion kindled the very marrow of my bone. I bit my lips as I remembered her long dark hair, those brown eyes that rounded seductively when I surprised her, the slope of her cheeks and the curves of her neck which would be a perfect place to bite and kiss her.I recalled her breasts, large and firm, the dark nipples, how they stretched the polo she wore, straining the buttons, offering glimpses of her rapturous cleavage. The colour of her skirt reminded me of ripe oranges. I felt myself harden at the thought of the curves of her legs.Allowing my imagination to turn tail, I pictured myself carrying her in my arms like a newly wedded bride and slinked into the bedroom. I gently set her down on the bed and traced my finger up the seam of her pants and in one pull rip them off her.I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her stomach while I toyed with her newly exposed love button. She responded immediately, a gentle groan and fingers in my hair. Her scent hit me and my mouth watered, my lips wanted hers. A trail of kisses led me to her warm, wet pussy. Like a man obsessed, I drove into it, kissing, suckling, and slurping. Lifting her hips, I rubbed my tongue on her inner walls which she responded to by grinding on my face.Finished, I crawled up over her and pulled her shirt and bra off, letting two gorgeous breasts swing free. I traced one nipple with my tongue, stopping to tweak it between my fingers, the other hand still buried in her wet pussy. Her head leaned back as her moans intensified.Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, pulling me from my daydream."Yes!" I quickly pulled the bedsheet over my rod hard dick, covering it from whoever was coming but no one did.For the next three days, I continued daydreaming and fantasying about Philomena until the very day my dreams come true.That sizzling afternoon, I sat down on the couch, watching TV and treating myself to a chilled bottle of Star beer. Philomena came into the parlour, stood beside the couch and she snorted"Where did you get that beer from?"I turned in her direction and asked, "How is that your business?"She was taken aback by my response. "Am I the one you are asking that question?" she verbalized, little bits of ire present in the tone of her voice.A canny smile cut across my face. The beer certainly was giving me morale and I loved it. This was the first time we were having conservation longer than two words, so I wanted to keep the conservation going."Yes! Aren't we the only ones in the house?"Both hands went to her hips "I will tell aunt Uka, this is what you do when she goes out to work""Which is what exactly?""That you now take beer from her fridge to drink."My eyes still pinned on th
With my free hand, I gave her an open palm slap against her ass. I didn't know what that was for but I had seen it performed on most porn. She let out a howl and renewed her efforts to break free. I gave her a harder slap, almost bringing tears to her eyes."Alex!" she yelled my name in pain. "What is wrong with you? Let me go!"Ignored her plead for freedom, I reached for the waistband of her short skirt and wrestled it down to her knees, exposing her white panties. It was contrasted nicely with her ass cheeks and it was soaked with a little cum. The sight of cum on her panties brought me raw pleasure and I knew my efforts were not in vain. It also went on to confirm the fact that she wanted it.Wasting no time, I hooked the waistband of the panties and pulled it down to her knees. She screamed in revulsion."Let me go!""I thought you are an iron lady that doesn't get sexually aroused but I have not even touched you
A few days pass with an awkward silence and growing tension between us. Each one of us did everything to avoid the other. I was really thankful to God that she didn't report to anyone and for that, I kept her in a high place in my heart. Praying and wishing we did it again with no regret afterwards.The third night after the sexual encounter, I was sleeping peacefully when I was suddenly awakened by a soft knock on the door. Wiping the sleep off my eyes with my left hand I responded softly."Yes…"The door gave way slowly and Philomena entered almost tiptoeing. She switched on the light after closing the door behind and joined me on the bed. She sat at the edge of the bed, quite far from my reach.I looked up at her blearily before asking, "What's up?"Philomena looked out of the window avoiding my gaze and mouthed, "I came just to say" she fumbled."I'm sorry for the other day" I quickly spat it ou
Then she grabbed my hard dick, moving it around like a car gear."Wow, you are ready to go, huh?" she said before licking my shaft from the tip. The feeling of her warm and sensitive tongue on my dick sent me to the third heaven. I gave out a loud manly moan like Uncle Philip. Maybe that was what Aunt Uka was doing to her husband.Unaware of what was going through my mind, she ran her tongue up and down along the underside of my cock before taking my balls into her mouth. She gently sucked on them while stroking me off before licking her way back to the head of my cock. She took all of me into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down my cock.I shivered and groaned at the sweet pleasure engulfing my cock. I felt the tightness of her throat pressing on me as if she really wanted to swallow me whole. Then she pulled back, let out a satisfied sigh and stroked me some more with her hand.Seconds after, she returned it to her mou
I found myself resting against the ancient trunk of an Iroko tree. The undammed trees were skyscraper tall making them the towers of the forest. The forest smelled strongly of rotten animals and wet woods. I felt the warm morning sun peeping through the leaves and branches to rest on my face and skin, forming unique patterns of light and shade on the forest floor.Black eagles were screeching high above the canopy of leaves. Their cruel sharp eyes were on the lookout for an animal to devour. Crickets chirped, bullfrogs croaked, and wind swept through the forest, creating a rustling sound, bringing with it the scent of swamp water and decaying vegetation. The winds also brought death, killing off some of the leaves on the branches and they fell off to join their companions on the forest floor.Looking for a way out of this repelling environment, I saw Philomena cat-walking on the bush path not far away, her buttocks shaking beneath a short jigida that covere
Ignoring her, I kept screaming the name of my Savior and Lord “Jesus!” till my eyes blasted open and I woke up frightened, looking around scared to the teeth and out of air. Sweating like someone that just concluded a marathon. My dick was on fire like a chilly pepper was applied to it. As though the windows were open, a sudden chill swept through me, cutting on the marrow of my bones.The door burst open and my mother came in, already panicking, she asked“What is it? What is wrong with you?”“Nothing mama, it was just a dream” I stuttered in denial.“Just a dream that woke you up and you are sweating like a Christmas goat?” she asked unbelief written all over her face.I took a deep breath before responding “It was a nightmare”.“What was it about?” she joined me in the bed and placed her cold hand over my warm shoulders.&ldquo
In a hammer bus to Lagos, I sat directly behind the driver close to the window. The air in the bus was filled with dissimilar noises. A child was crying while the mother did nothing to calm her down. On the last row sat a man around his forties with a bald head. He was screaming at his much younger wife beside him; raining down abuses and saliva on the innocent lady who simply bent down her head in guilt not uttering a word. On the middle row sat a younger man in a black suit with a grey tie, lying over the phone to his employer. Saying he was already in Lagos while we're just halfway into the journey.Ignoring the liar, I looked out the window, the fresh breeze washed through my face, making my eyelids flicker, pushing out through the window the repelling and stomach twisting gas in the bus. I admired the beautiful and green landscape of this great country; the thick and inhabited forest on both sides of the road.Allowing my imagination to run wild, I won
"I know right now; you are thinking that it is just a dream and means nothing. Maybe it was with a lover or a crush and you think it is cool. It is just my brain playing a trick on me, bringing my sexual desire to live, you tell yourself.That is exactly what the devil wants you to think; so, it can control your life and destiny. Sometimes the devil will come with the face of a loved one." the young prophetess said sending a chill down my spine, weakening my legs.What if I have a spiritual wife for real and she comes in the night with the face of Philomena to have sex with me. The thought of it made me tremble all over with terror. Yesternight was not the first time I was making love with Philomena in the dream. Though, that was the first one that ended terribly. We made love frequently in my dreams and I saw it as nothing. Even in the afternoon when I sleep. It happens like I am in a trace. It is really difficult to tell sometimes whether it is real or a dream.