It began innocently as these things usually do. There I was on
facebook looking at pictures of pretentious folks when I stumbled across an
offensive post about religion. "Hmmm intriguing" I thought as I
clicked on the page only to come across a page totally dedicated to pissing off
the good inside anybody.
I scrolled through. My shock increasing with each click. Who was
this person? I pondered. He must have balls made of steel to take on religion.
I ignored him for days but would secretly go to his page to feed my morbid lust
for things macabre.
One day however, the posts were so offensive even I had to say
something... Wheew, the guy was seriously offensive. Keeping my calm I engaged
him in polite discourse with an avid audience cheering us on as we dueled with
words. Some were for and some against as is always the case. Not interested in
the yays and nays I was getting I struggled to understand the individual I was
debating with when I got a response from someone who had been following the
discussion.
The message simply read "I love you Uzo" for some reason,
I was drawn to the message and so clicked on his link. Ibe was his name,
clicking on his profile picture, dark, goodlooking seemingly well spoken from
the things he wrote so, in a brazen moment I wrote back "love you
too."
Debate over, life continued.
I forgot all about Ibe until one day, I received a friend request from him.
Smiling wickedly to myself, I accepted his request but nothing happened. Ibe
would like my posts, pictures infact he became more like a stalker. I in turn
would like one or two of his posts but nothing happened still.
"Look at this jonzing boy" I would often think to myself
whenever a notification would come in. I mean, why like my posts and then keep
mum? I was baffled so one day, I decided to engage him but how would I pull
that off I mused. Well, said an evil thought inside my head "the best way
to break the ice would have to be similarities." I thought and thought
then it hit me. Mutual friends! Fingers crossed I checked and would you believe
it, I shared 6 mutual friends with him all former school mates of mine. I had
found my opening.
So I began with a "six mutual friends and yet I don't recall
you ever being in my school because I would have remembered a face like
yours." "Uzoooooooooo" was his robust response to my opener.
"The woman who stole my heart." I burst out laughing.
"Well," I told myself. "That was easy." Thus began my many
nights and days I might add of talking and chatting with Ibe.
He was not only intelligent but could make me laugh so hard of
course trust your girl, I gave as good as I received. We would spend hours
laughing like people high on cheap drugs... Well, laughter is cheap. I soon
formed an unhealthy attachment to Ibe. He was like morning coffee and warm
cocoa at night. A day without some form of communication with him would leave
me in a cranky mood which would lift the minute I had my fix of him. I was
hooked and from all indications, so was he.
I looked forward to my nights with Ibe and that bedroom voice of his
that tickled me down there. I would find myself begging him to stop using such
low voice while my womanly juices flowed whenever he did. I couldn't tell him
what his voice did to me. And he would laugh at my discomfort however he never
stopped. One day it got too much for me to bear and I touched myself slightly
to alleviate the dull throbbing of my womaness. I was so turn on and when I let
out a soft sigh, he knew what I had been doing and stopped talking. Brought
sharply back to reality by the sudden quiet I spoke up "Ibe?" No
answer.
I panicked thinking he'd gone and spoke again "Ibe?"
"Mmmm" was his response. "What's wrong?" I questioned.
After a slight hesitation he replied "If I tell you to continue what you
were doing, would you think any less of me?" "Nothing would ever make
me think less of you" I responded as my hand found the softness between my
thighs all moist and all. I was reeling with pleasure as I pleased myself
calling out Ibe's name.
A sharp intake of breath let me know that Ibe wasn't as strong
willed as I thought. "Uzo" came his ragged calling of my name.
"I need you badly" he groaned as I moaned his name. My body was
shaking. My breath just as ragged as his as I felt my climax coming. I could
hear Ibe panting as well while I punished myself. My hand all slick as I
screamed out his name in the throes of passion. I came hard while Ibe remained
quiet.
I cleaned up, he waited. I came back to the phone laughing awkwardly
"you there Ibe?" Again, quiet. The call was still connected so why
was he quiet? "I can't take this any longer" came his reply. A
sickening feeling came over me. Chai, he was going to break up with me.
"Uzo, I'm coming to Lagos tomorrow." With that the line went dead.
Infact, he turned off his phone. There was no way to talk him out of coming and
so resigned I tried to fall asleep but could only manage fitfull sleeping.
Come morning, I tried Ibe's phone. Still switched off. I left for
work. Around midday he finally called. He was in Lagos, had settled in a nice
hotel as close to my area as close would allow. My clit began to throb in
anticipation of what was to come however I was so happy he had made it and
that, was the end of work for me. I couldn't concentrate so I didn't even try.
Making up some silly excuse, I ran from work and to the waiting arms of Ibe.
I got to the reception and was ushered upstairs the minute I said my
name. Apparently, Ibe couldn't wait as well. I knocked on the door and it
opened but no one was standing there. I walked in and Ibe jumped out from
behind the door. I screeched with laughter as we fell on the bed. No words, no
pleasantries we began kissing. Deep passionate kisses as we undressed. Such was
our excitement that we never stopped kissing even as we undressed. I remember
something tearing as we fought to get out of our clothes.
Naked and uncaring, Ibe slid down south finding my mound of venus
and proceeded to suck me ever so gently. "Oooooooh....yeeeeeeeeeees"
I moaned as he found the spot that had me spewing gibberish. I grabbed his head.
Taking great effort not to close my legs over his head as he pleasured me.
He returned to kiss me. I could taste myself as he slid his tongue
into my mouth. This man had skills. I made to go down on him but he stopped me.
"I can't wait any more. I'll burst if I don't enter inside you now. I've
waited too long" he spoke in a raspy voice. I smiled as he reached over
and slid on a condom.
Coming back to me, he settled in between my legs as he stared into
my eyes. He kissed me again very gently. His eyes boring into mine. Then he
whispered "say you want me Uzo" by this time, if he wanted the deeds
to my house kia! Kia! I would have handed them over. "I want you Ibe. I
want you so badly."
Still gazing at me, he slid ever so gently into me. I gasped as he
filled me. We began to move together. So slow, so gently. He held my gaze even
as his face showed various emotions. His sharp intake of breath as he hit me
and my soft cries. It was something else. It was all too much I grabbed the
back of his head as we moved together biting my lip as a swirl of sensations
shot through me.
"Ibe...Ibe..." I panted his name as my legs wrapped around
him. "Say you love me" I urged as my eyes closed in rising passion.
"ooooh...mmmm.... I love you" came his shaky response. "Uzo....
Oh.... Uzo...please....please open your eyes. Look at me." He pleaded. I
opened my eyes. I had never felt anything like this before.
I felt him stiffen. I knew he was going to climax but I wasn't close
to mine yet "please...please...wait...don't cum." I whimpered. I
could see the effort he took to hold on for me. Sliding in and out of me with
such intensity as my emotions built up. I arched my back in sheer pleasure as I
felt mine coming. Clinging to him in mindless passion I screamed as I came Ibe
caught my mouth in his kissing me such that my screams died in his mouth as he
grabbed me digging deep into me as his burst within me.
Sliding out of me, we spooned till he fell asleep. It was gentle, it
was nice, it was everything I imagined it would be. I sighed contentedly as I
too drifted into sleep.
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