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8+Epi1…. Yea, I called it a burden, I’ve
been living in denial for a long
time, its high time I own up,
I’ve a problem, I’m addicted to
S£x! Something happened last
month december that made me realize how screwed I am.
It opened my eyes to realize
that I’m really an addict and
that I might need help.
Right before now, I felt it was
ok to do the normal guys stuff, hit on girls, flirt and feel like a
super hero. But now, the more
I have S£x, the more I’m
convinced there’s a higher
power pushing me to self
destruction. Ok, one step at a time, I will
highlite some events of the
past that made me conclude I
seriously need help
.
Last december, I went to calabar to witness the xmas
carnival. I earlier planned to go
with my girl friend, but her
uncle died, so she had to travel
home to stay with family. I
hooked up with an old course mate of mine ibieme who is
from the town. He works with
the state ministry of tourism
and still stays at their family
house in calabar town.
I arrived at the etim eden park and ibieme came down to pick
me, together with his younger
sister, who he was to drop at
the stadium for her practice. As
we journeyed from the park to
the stadium, I kept stealing glances at the beautiful sister
my friend had. I was at the
back seat, and could easily see
her front bossoms from the
car’s side mirror. She noticed I
was staring at her, and it made her a little uneasy, I couldn’t
care less, I was more fixated at
the bossoms bouncing up and
down with the rhythm of the
car. I made sure she observed I
was staring at her, that’s one of the rules of flirting, the
flirtor must let the flirtee know
she’s been flirted upon
My friend’s sis, was a member
of the ‘phantom’ band, one of
the bands participating in the calarba carnival. They were
practicing at the stadium
against
the ‘d’ day and she was a lead
performer. Ibieme tried to gist
me about the carnival and the many activities lined up b4 the
27th which was the d-day. He
told me about the miss calabar
beauty peagent coming up
later that night, then the obudu
power bike team displaying the next day, and many more,
but I was caught up again as
the sister raised a hand to
arrange her hair. I could see
the curves of her rich Bosom
thru her sleeveless top, I was already painting the pictures
of her Unclad body when I
noticed she was staring at me.
I recovered briefly only to see
her let out a smile, GAME ON! I
whispered to myself. We got to the stadium and she asked
me to join her. She said it will
be more fun watching them
practice than staying with her
parents in the house. My friend
ibieme supported the idea, saying he was also busy as the
ministry of tourism, his
workplace, is directly in charge
of the carnival. He was to
come later and pick us when
the sister is thru. I asked of her name when we
walked towards the back of
the stadium, “emon” she told
me. “Its short for ini-emon”.
We had a light chat just to ease
up the environment. She joined her band for practise and I was
sited at a spot watching them.
I walked toward the swiming
pool which was filled up with
people. Some girls were
playing volleyball at the court, and I went to watch. It was
obvious they were learners,
the game was so boring I just
walked away. I went back to
my spot and a nice pretty girl
was sitted right beside me. She asked whether i was part
of the phantom band and I told
her I was new in calabar. She
was very lively and we
chatted away. I noticed emon
was staring at us every other minute as if the girl I was
gusting with will soon turn to
a lion and bite me. I collected
her number when I noticed the
practice was over and emon
walking towards me. She said its time to go, and I purposely
asked her to give me a minute.
She walked towards the gate
and I told my new friend I’d
luv to hang out with her
someday. She said I should give her a call, then I smiled
and moved towards emon.
Emon just finished a call, she
looked up to me and asked if I
was thru with my girlfriend, I
smiled and told her I was just socializing.
She told me her brother was
caught up at work and we
have to go home on our own.
She said she wants to catch up
with her friends at the cultural centre, I jokingly asked if they
were pretty and she sort of
flared up a bit. I put on my
charms and teased her about
her being melancholic. She
took on a defensive approach and I assured her I meant well.
We had a long talk all the way
from stadium, thru 11/11 road,
down to cultural centre. Her friends were not yet their,
so we settled down in one of
the inns at the cultural centre.
After some bottles of night
train, we were more open, and
she asked loads and lots of questions about me; my job,
relationship, goals, career,
faith etc. She mentioned that I
was staring at her at the car,
then I told her how captivating
she was, how I was taken aback by her stunning beauty
(it was mostly the chilled night
train talking). She kept smilling
while I was rubbing her palms
which she kept carelessly on
my laps. She leaned closely and rested her head on my
shoulders, with my hands
crossed over her shoulders, I
started stroking the curves of
her Bosom under the shade
provided by the canopies. I noticed the goose pimps
spreading over her hand as she
responded to every stroke. I
managed to slip my hand
inside the opening of her cloth,
rubbed her bare Bosom a little, then moved for the n-i.p.p.le.s
which was already hard. Suddenly, her phone rang and
she sat straight like she just
recovered from a spell, it was
idieme, her brother…4+Epi2…. She spoke on the phone for a
few seconds before hanging up
and informed me the brother
was at the entrance of the
cultural centre. We had to go
out and meet him. We barely talked as we moved towards
the car, I was tensed
somehow, feeling guilty and
unease. It was as if ibieme
was going to see it written all
over me that I was flirting with her sister, but he hardly
looked my way as we entered
the car. He told us how busy
his schedule has been and that
he had to squeeze out time to
pick us. It was already dark when we got to their place at
essien drive, unical satelite
town, off ibb way. The parents
were receptive, I saw his
siblings including two other
sisters. I felt at home, served with a hot plate of
ikpankwukwo (meshed
cocoyam) with bush meat
source. After taking my bath, I talked
with my friend for sometime
after which he informed me he
is headed for the venue of the
ms calabar peagent.
He informed me that his sister flox will bring me to the venue.
“What of emon?” I asked, and
he said that emon will be
helping him at the venue of
the show. Flox? That girl talks
too much, she’s been chatting ever since I entered the house,
she’s loud and looks unkempt.
Her choice of make up was
absurd and had weird looks.
Something about her didn’t
just add up, although she was quite a company! Idi and emon drove off to the
venue, while I was left with
flox to babysit me her parents
had some visitors at the sitting
room, so we sat at the
frontage, gisting. “How about ur girlfriend”
she asked with a sarcastic grin.
Anytime a girl asks vaguely
about a girlfriend u never told
her about, its just a simple
way of asking if u have a girlfriend.
“She’s fine”, I replied, hoping
she will let it slide.
“How come u didn’t come
along with her?” D--n! This
girl has mouth problem. “She had to go home for xmas” I
replied.
“And u came to calabar alone”,
“duh”, I replied in my mind
while I put up a smile, looking
straight in her eyes. She blushed and asked why I was
looking at her that way.
“B’cos u’re very pretty”. More
blushes and she returned the
smile. “I’m going to dress so
we can go for the show” she said as she walked into her
room. I went into my own
room, laid on the bed and
thought about my brief
escapade with emon. What
would have happened if she didn’t get that call? Will we
ever get a chance to finish
what we started? Was she
really feeling me or was it just
the night train? She was really
a sweet girl, these thoughts made me feel Hot and I felt the
bulge in between my legs.. A knock on the door
interrupted my thought. Flox
peeped in and told me she was
ready. I couldn’t stand b’cos
the bulge would certainly be
visible so I asked her to come in, hoping a light discussion
will lighten my mood and
make me cool off. How wrong
was I. She wore a hot mini skirt, tight
singlet, small jacket top that
left her navel exposed, big
boots, large round ear rings,
and large necklace of beads.
She was lo looking steamy-hot, apart from her make up which
was heavy and made her look
like a doll. Her femininity filled
the room. She was aware of
the effect she had on me and
she flaunted it more to taunt me, sat beside me on the bed
and said she was ready to go
with a smile on her face. d--n
it! The budge in between my
legs was trying to pull my
pants aside. So many thoughts rushed through my mind, I
tried to be calm, I’ve done this
before, I told myself, just be
cool. ” You look…wonderful…
just hold on a minute” I said as
I touched her cheeks, tried to wipe out some excess make up
on her cheeks, “there u go…
better” I said. I moved my
hands down, a dummy move
to clean an invisible make up
at the neck, there was none, but I kept cleaning, then the
chest, there were strands of
hair their, “I like hairs on girls
chest” I lied, “really?” -No, u fool, can’t u see I can say
anything to get a piece of u
this night…-
I said on my mind…”Yes” I
teased. “Do you know what
else I like?” I asked as I gently slide down one hand of her
singlet…no response…ur nice
succulent… I couldn’t finish as
my tongue was already
teasing her n.I.p.l.e.s. I bit her
gently on the nip.p-le, she let out a soft moan. I moved for
the second, squeezed lightly,
her hand placed on mi head
was pushing me lightly
downwards. I obliged, moved
the clothe a little upwards, tongue-teased her tommy,
navel, unbuckled my belt,
reached out for my wallet.
Removed two cheap gold
circles and kept it on the bed,
with my mouth buried on her bre-a-s-t, I caressed her spread
thighs, moved my hands
deeper, and pulled out the
pants. I grabbed the gold circle, tore it
open, and in one precise
attempt, wore it on, then
moved my hands further
beneath the thighs to feel the
wetness of her…slowly but firmly, I moved in (ok, I don’t
want this thread moved to
sexuality section, so let’s skip
some parts) “Flox!” “Maaa” Oh my God! Not again! Her
mom had called from the front
of my door! So many thoughts
rushed through my mind, her
pants on the bed, a used
condom on the floor, the door was not bolted, I was almost
Unclad! There was no
explanation to justify this. I’m
done for, I knew it that this
stupid sexcapades will land me
in trouble one day. This is that day! They are certainly going
to throw me out, and hotels at
calabar this time of the year is
fcking expensive!
Holy poo!
Why did she answer? Couldn’t she just keep quite and let
them assume we had gone
out! I knew it that her mouth
problems was going to put her
in problem, I never envisaged
myself to be a partaker of that problem. “Flox, ….” The mum spoke their
native dielect and left. “What was that?” I asked,
panting like I just competed
with mo for the 3000m
olympic marathon. “She said they were going for
an end of year banquet
organized for workers in their
firm”. She said.
“Were u scared?” She asked.
“Olodo, why wouldn’t I be?…” I wanted to reply, but I
managed to say “a little bit”
she smiled. “Aren’t u bordered
what might happen if ur
mother saw us like this?”. I
asked. She looked up to me and said,
“She’s not my mother…8+
