One More Night
In the days of my innocence, when my heart was plain and as transparent as the Flathead lake in Montana USA; I loved this breathtaking damsel by the name Adewunmi.
Adewunmi was my classmate at the High School, and I am just three months older than her.
And she used to be my best friend.
Adewunmi the ebony skin unbending tall slim lady, whose hair was not defiled by any chemical had this sensational Afro-hair style that got me enchanted to her; indeed she was my enchantress.
I always get mesmerised with her twinkling eyes, my world momentarily get halted by her show-stopping smile and I daily long to have my lips pressed upon her kissable lips.
When all my concentration got totally devoted to her, that my studies, parents nor any other thoughts could share her place in me; then I expressed my feelings for her through an angelic love message encrypted in a letter. In those days, the popularity of E-mailing was not as this strong, in fact Global System for Mobile Communication (G.S.M) was absent from Nigeria's technological attainment. So I wrote a handwritten letter, which I secretly dropped in her locker on one Monday morning. I waited eagerly for her response to my letter. Three days went by yet I did not receive her reply. And her smiles remain unchanged towards me. On the Friday of the same week, I took the bold step during the school lunch break period; and trailed her quietly like a thief that will not escape apprehension, till she was all alone in a place secluded but conducive enough to allow me say my mind to her.
I saw her seated on a chair reading a popular novel, she couldn't noticed my entrance into the empty classroom were she was as I gently knelt before her. With all the courage in me, I stretched forth my hands, and then held hers as if I grabbed the sweetest apple, ripe and ready to fill a stomach whose digestive system is duly awaiting its arrival. So the book in her hands fell off. The pace of my heartbeat rose drastically, my salivary gland was stupidly over-secreting saliva, my blood veins got warmer like the Ikogosi Waterfall in Osun state of Nigeria, and my body got slightly stiffened especially my small "third leg" which got protuded out of my school uniform short knickers. I tried talking to her, but words failed me. I had a great battle controlling my saliva which was dribbling out of my mouth like a Labrador Retriever hearing the Pavlov bell.
Adewunmi looked straight into my eyes. I avoided her gaze at first, for the sparkles in her eyes were sharp as Sango the god of thunders' fireworks. I got my composure, With a feigned smiled, I cuddled her hands. Relaxed. And she was startled. I was able to overcome my shyness as I said unto her; "your smile is so dazzling, your eyes is like the water in the sunshine, you are gorgeous."
And when I was about to continue in my quack poetic words of toasting, she drew me closer to her and like a flash her heavy lips were right on top of my saliva filled lips- We had the kiss of life!
This is love! We started exchanging love letters and petty gifts that our savings could afford. At every opportunity, I do not waste the time in kissing her. Without the help of any Romantic sexual materials, we were able to explore in romance. Thanks to our instinct. Repetition gave us perfection and mastery over romance, as we did that till the end of our High school leaving examination.
Breathtaking, we made love! I sucked her breast, as she held my rod. The passion of love making got so hot, that we disvirgined ourselves at age eighteen. My pathfinder hurt while trying to find its way along the lush pubic hairs into her Havilah. But she bled more for the tear of the skin of gateway to the pleasure. We grew in love making and didn't deny ourselves whenever the chance surfaces.
Life separated us, Ademunmi's parent left the town for another city and that was how two love-birds got separated.
Twelve years later,
I am now a big man full of experience, I have tasted the breast of several women. Blessed with a protruding belly because of my love for liquor intake. On a fateful day, I saw Adewunmi. She's big and very different from the slim little damsel I used to know. I couldn't even say if she is still a Nigerian, for on her hair I saw Peruvian hair attachment. She could barely remember the event of that day that my manhood elevated her unto womanhood. She didn't forget me though.
We talked and chatted about life, and our experiences. It was a happy re-union but no longer filled with innocence. One more night, yes we had a night to rekindle that which we used to do; but it wasn't as sacred as those day. Her then compacting elastic wall of her place of pleasure is now big that my rod looked like a pin thrown into a ocean. I wandered astray inside her like there was no wall to curtail my movement. This is not the love making I used to do, it was a painful sex.
© FERT, 2014
Adewunmi was my classmate at the High School, and I am just three months older than her.
And she used to be my best friend.
Adewunmi the ebony skin unbending tall slim lady, whose hair was not defiled by any chemical had this sensational Afro-hair style that got me enchanted to her; indeed she was my enchantress.
I always get mesmerised with her twinkling eyes, my world momentarily get halted by her show-stopping smile and I daily long to have my lips pressed upon her kissable lips.
When all my concentration got totally devoted to her, that my studies, parents nor any other thoughts could share her place in me; then I expressed my feelings for her through an angelic love message encrypted in a letter. In those days, the popularity of E-mailing was not as this strong, in fact Global System for Mobile Communication (G.S.M) was absent from Nigeria's technological attainment. So I wrote a handwritten letter, which I secretly dropped in her locker on one Monday morning. I waited eagerly for her response to my letter. Three days went by yet I did not receive her reply. And her smiles remain unchanged towards me. On the Friday of the same week, I took the bold step during the school lunch break period; and trailed her quietly like a thief that will not escape apprehension, till she was all alone in a place secluded but conducive enough to allow me say my mind to her.
I saw her seated on a chair reading a popular novel, she couldn't noticed my entrance into the empty classroom were she was as I gently knelt before her. With all the courage in me, I stretched forth my hands, and then held hers as if I grabbed the sweetest apple, ripe and ready to fill a stomach whose digestive system is duly awaiting its arrival. So the book in her hands fell off. The pace of my heartbeat rose drastically, my salivary gland was stupidly over-secreting saliva, my blood veins got warmer like the Ikogosi Waterfall in Osun state of Nigeria, and my body got slightly stiffened especially my small "third leg" which got protuded out of my school uniform short knickers. I tried talking to her, but words failed me. I had a great battle controlling my saliva which was dribbling out of my mouth like a Labrador Retriever hearing the Pavlov bell.
Adewunmi looked straight into my eyes. I avoided her gaze at first, for the sparkles in her eyes were sharp as Sango the god of thunders' fireworks. I got my composure, With a feigned smiled, I cuddled her hands. Relaxed. And she was startled. I was able to overcome my shyness as I said unto her; "your smile is so dazzling, your eyes is like the water in the sunshine, you are gorgeous."
And when I was about to continue in my quack poetic words of toasting, she drew me closer to her and like a flash her heavy lips were right on top of my saliva filled lips- We had the kiss of life!
This is love! We started exchanging love letters and petty gifts that our savings could afford. At every opportunity, I do not waste the time in kissing her. Without the help of any Romantic sexual materials, we were able to explore in romance. Thanks to our instinct. Repetition gave us perfection and mastery over romance, as we did that till the end of our High school leaving examination.
Breathtaking, we made love! I sucked her breast, as she held my rod. The passion of love making got so hot, that we disvirgined ourselves at age eighteen. My pathfinder hurt while trying to find its way along the lush pubic hairs into her Havilah. But she bled more for the tear of the skin of gateway to the pleasure. We grew in love making and didn't deny ourselves whenever the chance surfaces.
Life separated us, Ademunmi's parent left the town for another city and that was how two love-birds got separated.
Twelve years later,
I am now a big man full of experience, I have tasted the breast of several women. Blessed with a protruding belly because of my love for liquor intake. On a fateful day, I saw Adewunmi. She's big and very different from the slim little damsel I used to know. I couldn't even say if she is still a Nigerian, for on her hair I saw Peruvian hair attachment. She could barely remember the event of that day that my manhood elevated her unto womanhood. She didn't forget me though.
We talked and chatted about life, and our experiences. It was a happy re-union but no longer filled with innocence. One more night, yes we had a night to rekindle that which we used to do; but it wasn't as sacred as those day. Her then compacting elastic wall of her place of pleasure is now big that my rod looked like a pin thrown into a ocean. I wandered astray inside her like there was no wall to curtail my movement. This is not the love making I used to do, it was a painful sex.
© FERT, 2014
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Both of you had gone astray, you are only saved for not being a woman. It would have been obvious.
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