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 out. I have wanted to say that to her for a while now but just haven't found the proper time.A quick smile cut across her lovely powdered face. Looking down at her hand, still avoiding my gaze she said "I wanted to say, I'm not going to tell anyone about the other day"."Am really sorry, it was the alcohol" I added."It is alright" she paused, thinking of her next word carefully. "I mean I enjoyed it too" she added still looking away. She was on a white see-through night-gown. I could see the colour and shape of her yellow panties. Her nipples made little huts on her dress.No girl would go to a guy's room dressed like that at that time of the night. She was certainly horny and had returned for my big dick. She wanted more of it; she certainly didn't get enough of it. I knew exactly what she wanted but I was going to play dull and unaware."What's the time?" I asked."Some minutes to 10 PM"."Really?""Yeah. Aunt Uka and her husband are in their room""Ok," I said thinking why she mentioned that."I think they are making love," she said looking directly at me for the first time since she entered the room and after a peal of sincere and long laughter I asked, "How did you know?"She skewered me with an are-you-serious-look. "I heard Uncle Philip moaning and their bed furiously banging against the wall"The image of fat Uncle Philip all sweaty and bouncing up and down on my aunt, probably banging her brains out flashed before my eyes and it wasn't sexually arousing at all."What if they are praying?" I asked offering her a proud and toothy smile."And the bed is shaking furiously?" her beautifully shaped eyebrow went up in a sexy manner, indicating she didn't believe me."What if he is having a heart attack?""The both of them are having a heart attack and the bed is shaking according," she said and the both of us expressed joy, covering our mouth so it doesn't sound loud and escape from the room. It felt really good laughing out loud with Philomena. Right there, I had been forgiven for my past transgressions. Wanting to continue the conversation and see where it leads, I asked"But why is Uncle Philip the one shouting? Is it not supposed to be the other way round?""I don't know, maybe Uncle Philip is not doing it well?""Doing what well?" I interrupted. She was fond of not using the F-word."Like you don't know? You just want me to say it""Yes!" I said after giving her a nod.She took a deep breath and said "Maybe he is not fucking her well" rushing the words like someone speaking in tongues. I could barely hear her but ignored her and returned to our earlier conversation."Maybe Aunt Uka is the one fucking him"."Maybe she is not just a screamer like me."The memory of the very day on the couch filled my mind. The picture of her yelling "Oh! Alex, don't stop! Don't you dare stop?" pushing her waist violently against my dick flashed instantly before my eyes. I fell back on the bed grinning till my stomach hurt.To my greatest surprise, Philomena remained with a straight face and asked "Why are you laughing?" she paused waiting for my reply. I shook my head, trying to stop from splitting my side.She continued, "It is the truth" she hovered, probably in search of the right word. "That day we had sex; did I scream?"
"Yes, you did," I said without looking down at her."I didn't," she said giving me a slight slap on my leg at the foot of the bed."You did, I can still remember that day like it is yesterday."She gave me an eye, "You were drunk that day"."I wasn't. Three bottles of star beer are not enough to get me drunk. That beer is for women"."You know what?" she asked with a silly look on her face."What?" I replied wondering what was going through her mind."Let's have sex now and find out first-hand who the screamer is.""Wow!" I exclaimed. That caught me off guard. I knew Philomena like most girls was complicated but I never saw her as this direct. But that's by the way and I love challenges, so I agreed.In a few seconds, we were in a race to see who gets undressed first. I was so excited; I could not believe my eyes. I would be having sex with Philomena for the second time. It sounded too good to be true. My heart began jubilation in my chest and shortly after my dick followed.I was still struggling with my zipper when she jumped on the bed, her eyes burning with pure desire and passion to possess my body. I could tell she wanted to fuck me so hard my brain lit on fire.She quickly helped me with my zipper and in seconds my short was completely off. She came in between me and gently pushed me down till my back was against the bed.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.
"You see, brother and sisters in the Lord. There comes a time in every man's life when the father remembers him and today is that day for this young man. The Lord is remembering you right now in Jesus' name!""Amen!" we all responded. The weird dream of that young man had awoken a strange fear within me. For the first time since the death of my father, I was afraid. Could I possibly have a spiritual wife? I questioned myself as the heat rose up to my neck."The Lord is telling me that the lady you took home is a serpent from the marine world in human form"."God forbid," Silas sighed after circling his head with his right hand."This is not a matter of God forbid" she continued "You were putting your finger into the mouth of a serpent and you thought it was a pretty girl with a charming smile. The Lord saved your life"."Thank you, Jesus!" Silas interrupted her, waving at the heavens."The meaning of your
What happened here? I inquired. Maybe, Aunt Uka, her husband, and their daughter had a little family time before they headed for work. Ignoring the untidiness, I fell into my favourite couch, the same one I had sex with Philomena on for the first time. The sweet memory of that day came hitting hard; a fulfilled smile appeared on my face and blood ran down to my dick. I prayed on the bus to meet her at home, so I could have a feel of her warm breast against my chest and grab that ass as hard as possible.I was almost dozing off when I heard a sharp sound from upstairs. "I thought Khalid said there was no one at home, who are moving things up there?" I questioned myself and stood up to have a look.As I went up the stairs, I saw a black skirt on the floor. This brought me delight and also made me curious. Delight that this could be a romantic gesture but curious as to who owns the skirt because I haven't seen it on Philomena before.About three s
Every ounce in me wants to make him bleed for forcing himself on my baby and for binding her like a slave and punishing her in such a manner. Carefully, I pulled away, went back down, grabbed the empty bottle of wine and headed back up.My heart was pounding like a bass drum, nerves stretched to the breaking point. My blood froze. Fingers shaking and a bale in my throat; I turned the handle and jerked the door open, went straight to them on the bed. Before Uncle Philip could react, from behind I smashed the empty bottle against the back of his skull. He stared up at me with surprise in his eyes and mind swirling; he brought his right hand to his head. In seconds, his hand was covered in blood."What have you…" he muttered in a trembling voice and fell like a puppet suddenly released of its strings. I watched, devoid of emotions as moments after he became motionless, barely breathing at all."Jesus! Please don't hurt me!" she cried with h