Sex Humbles Men. HoL 90

-
Humans of Lagos

"On the night of her grandmother's funeral, she invited me to pass the night with her in the room.

I remember how she was there for me when my girlfriend left me.
She;
Stayed with me,
Consoled me,
Kept my company, but refused to have sex with me.
She didn't oblige to my ploy to satisfy my sexual longing at that moment. She friend-zoned me.

So on the night of her departed Granny's funeral, I concluded that she's on heat and wanted to get laid. After all, we were both inebriated after too much drinking.

I made up my mind to starve her, I wanted her to feel what I felt when I was horny in those days.

I entered the room, laid on the bed stark naked. She emerged from bathroom wearing only her sexy nighty. I pitied her.

We slept off. But around 1am, I felt cold from within. I had no choice but to cuddled her, and she responded. Yet I remained resolute to my decision.
Few minutes later, I pouted near her lips and she kissed back. I wanted to torment her, arouse her then leave her alone.

However, I became very horny, and I decided to help her. I made the move to make love to her, but I heard; "Stop it."

Now my libido was high, I swallowed the man's pride in me. I begged her for sex. She gave me a lubricant, she urged me to masturbate.

Once again my sexual urge prevailed over my decision.
I agree, when it comes to sex, men are the weaker beings."

© FERT, 2016

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Clocked People

-
Image
Two worlds collide: the realm of moral absolutes and the domain of worldly pragmatism. We're taught to uphold the sacred tenets of righteousness, yet the whispers of innovation and progress beckon from the shadows of societal values. There are the '12 o'clock' purists, bred to prioritize virtue above all else. Their unwavering commitment to morality often renders them aloof, isolated from the pulsating rhythm of the world. On the opposite end, the '6:30' free spirits dance to the beat of unbridled social liberty, morality cast aside like a forgotten relic. But what of those who dwell at the zenith of balance, the '6 o'clock' harmonizers? They walk the tightrope between righteousness and pragmatism, intuitively sensing when to yield to virtue and when to indulge in life's sweet temptations. In this delicate plain, balance is key. The art of knowing when to be good and when to be bad – not for the sake of rebellion, but for the beauty of harmony. F...
Read more

Things Will Happen

-
Image
 Each dawn, I rise, driven by the fire within, Taught that idle hands reap only barren wind. I strive for excellence, my heart's relentless quest, Yet, like a pin dropped in the ocean's vast unrest. Results fade, like ripples on the waves above, "Not my day," I whisper, solace in self-love. My stomach growls, hunger's persistent call, My heart echoes, yearning for success's thrall. But today, a glimmer, rays of light ascend, My toil, soon crowned with triumph's sweet end. I'm alive! We rise, we fall, yet still we stand, Now, I ascend, my spirit, unbroken hand. For every drought, a harvest awaits, Every night, a dawn that breaks. There are decades where nothing happens, And there are weeks where decades happen. © FERT, 2024
Read more

Don't Die...

-
Image
Don't die, Change form. Amidst the rubble, Where once stood strong foundations, Now lie the remnants of what was. Shackles bind tight, The weight of struggles heavy, And the fire's fierce rampage, Threatens to consume all. Yet, in this crucible of chaos, I live. From the depths of darkness, The beauty of light begins to emerge. A delicate glow, Growing brighter, Illuminating the path ahead. I rise, Stronger with each passing moment, As resilient as the break of day, And as unwavering as the constant sunshine. The trials do not define my end, But mark the beginning of my transformation. Through the storms and the strife, Through the trials that test my spirit, I find my strength, I find my truth. I don't merely survive, I transcend. I evolve. In every ending, a new beginning unfolds. In every fall, the seeds of rise are sown. I am not defeated, I am reborn, Renewed, Reformed, And ever forward, I evolve. © FERT, 2024
Read more