“I can’t recall the last time I had dinner with a woman,” said Oliver, sipping his flute of wine and anxiety curled up his lips as he stared into her face happily.“Most of the dinner I had only succeeded in making me regrets having them,” Eva’s mother replied, stretched her hand to a pack of cigar which Oliver had included as part of their recipe.“Do you smoke?” he asked, shooting his curious needy eyes at her.“I am an occasional smoker,” she replied, taking off the cigar from her lips so as to speak freely and confidently, “Also after good, satisfactory fuck I smoke so you see I am an occasional smoker.” Finally she took the cigar into her tiny pink, kiss-it lips and caught it in the blue flame of the butane lighter.Oliver wanted to know of her age, but he would never forget the embarrassing experience in the past, when he asked some random girls on the street about their age; and how they cursed and nagged at him.He had only come to realize that only a few women were comfortabl
Once Brian looked through the window and saw grandma hasting her walk and shuffling her feet as one carrying a heavy load, he slumped into the bed and feigned a deep sleep. He perceived she had seen the blood in the trunk of the car and was coming to query him.It is the blood of a chicken Ciara bought! No!It is the blood of a mouse I killed earlier in the day!No! It is the blood of an auto-crash victim I helped!Eh, no, no!It is the blood Ciara...no...no!He hissed and kept wondering at what answer to give to her the moment she walked through that day. Or should I open up about the murder. Damn no! How would I even think of such idea? How would grandma see me? She would definitely give up on my sorry ass. And worst of it, she would label me a ninny ass that killed a cousin, a bloodline because of a woman, another man’s wife. I would be despised for life.“Hmmm!” he hummed, opened his eyes to face the reality. And then said in his head, “How am I going to deal with this murder? H
Once Ken alighted from his car, he had a flower in his hand which he hid at the back, not wanting his mistress Jacy or his son Blueeyes to see it.The bell went and Jacy paused to perceive if it was coming from their door. And when it sounded again, she had no option than to command Blueeyes to go upstairs but Blueeyes was heady.“Come on darling go upstairs. I think we have a visitor,” she pled, stroking his dark soft curly hair to make him do her bidding.“I don’t think it is a visitor,” Blueeyes said calmly. Without anything much to say again he curled back in the sofa and continued playing with his dolls.The door bell called on again and Jacy made to the door giving up on convincing her son. Soon she was staring at the smiling face of Ken, and his kiss-it lips that etched backward to reveal his nice neatly arranged dentition.“How are you, baby?” he asked as he saw his son, hasting behind her.“I am fine,” she answered, thinking he was referring to her not knowing he was referrin
When he appeared at her door, the enthusiasm to open the door died within him and he remained paused at the door, peeping through it to behold she was naked and not yet asleep; her pale thick buttocks shot into his eyes. She had her back to him, as she looked in the mirror, rubbing some moisturizing cream across her body, taking her time to stroke her long curly hair with her cream and sprays. She swirled around in the mirror, beholding her naked figure eight body, which glittered in the incandescent light that shone in the room. When she turned to fetch herself a hot cup of coffee, the last straw of drink before bed time, Ken saw that her vagina wasn’t well shaven but attractive to earn his tongue into.She had poured herself a little of the coffee in the glass cup and sat on the bed to sip. She suddenly stood and relocated to the sofa by the corner; it was as though she wasn’t comfortable going to bed at the time because she had glanced at the clock on the wall, before parting t
The last time she saw such men was in Rio Hondo, during her last vacation with her stepfather. The man standing before her, with muscular, bogus palms stretched to her didn’t look different from the heavily tatted gold-blonde hair, thick green-eyes, and brawny men of Hondo whose bodies verged into defined, well built curves often visible through clothing. She could never deny that she had wet vagina months on end thinking about such men after her vacation.How could she still be standing with such man now, under same roof; some things are not supposed to happen. She was either in for the better or for the worse.“You don’t need to know me,” she replied her intruder. “By the way how dare you barge in on me?” her voice was high even more than her temper and she was just about to transfer her aggression on this fCiara.“Easy, easy,” the cutie obliged, gesturing his hands at her. “It is my pleasure to meet you.” His hand was still stretched, “I am Rodriguez.” The smile on his face wasn’
“I am sorry if I offended your audacity,”Oh what a world! Rodriguez had never apologized to anybody, not even the whores that yearned for a one night stand with him. He was so arrogant and proud that he told the whores that approached him, “Pussy can’t pull me.” He had never approached any woman to be wooed. With gorgeous smiles, he watched the pretty Spanish women that doubled as his clients and associates slip away even when they made passes at him. In his CV was that he had never seen the thighs of any woman, except for a few occasions where he was drugged by determined whores and pounded in a session of orgy.“I am sorry dear,” he apologized yet again, feeing like withdrawing his questions and playing a clean slate.“That doesn’t answer my questions…what is your name again?” she asked, shutting her eyes to recall until he mentioned it…“Rodriguez,” he mentioned, slowing down his speed, to give inert ears to what she had to say.“Yes Rodriguez. Where are we headed? You see those
“Welcome to Adam and Eve,” the brawny security told Jacy once she cat-walked into the front balcony that led to the galleria. She was ready to explore the night whichever ways and thought of Ken’s trouble was going to make her day horrible; she only apologized to her son Bluueyes who could be having the worst of dinner tonight; as much as she knew Ken couldn’t cook, let alone be a horrible cook. The last time she ate his food, she could remember fixing her anus next to the toilet for almost all day.She ignored their warm handshake, not forgetting to give them the cold shoulders, as they ushered her in. The babble of people and loud, uproarious music welcomed her, as she glared around before she started making into the crowed of dancers and drinkers.It had been like ages since she visited; since Ken started keeping his distance and making her fall short of love. Ken had really stolen the better parts of her, since he disappeared to California. And to an extent she had nagged at mothe
Rodriguez’s lips tightened. “Holy cow!” He exclaimed. “What are you doing, uh? What is wrong with you?” he asked without hesitationBefore he could make to her, she ripped the remnant that barely covered a part of her navel down to her vagina lips, and Jacy was literally naked before everyone.“Oh my world!” onlookers exclaimed amidst chortling and chuckling while a few wowed at her nakedness, others yelled, “Show us your pussy, light skin bitch!”“Oh my goose! What the hell are you doing?” he asked confusedly, stroking his hair and clouded with indecision. Without considering the intent of what she was doing, Rodriquez hummed, tore his shirt, grabbed her torn shirt, knotted edges together to form a canopy of ugly fabrics, and quickly lay her on the sofa. Grunting something wordless, he wound the improvised cloth round her waist, at least only her big breasts and a cheek of her round buttocks were baring now. He had not carried anyone weightier; just mere lifting of her hand confirme
Meyer, the nanny, and the twins made it to national park with the influx of tourists.Meyer knew of a truth the park had all that was required to be a popular destination. Being led by a park guard they took a grand tour of the park and beheld the wild animals and domesticated ones. The reserve was so beautiful that they couldn’t get enough of their sight.Suddenly Meyer forgot her problems and worries as she seemed to be carried away by the herds of lions and antelopes that flooded the park.“I wish God made me an animal like them,” said Meyer waving at a monkey that busily perched from tree to tree. And she made the twins in her arms to smile at the monkey, but they never responded.“Why did you say so?” the nanny asked, nursing the twin in her arm. The twin was wincing and might begin a heart-drenching cry soon.“They are free. We are not. They don’t think of any tax to pay, mortgage on a house to settle, children to cloth and most importantly who to fall in love with. They are as
The moment they arrived at the airport, Meyer started replaying her horrible experiences with Brian; the countless number of times she wanted him in her life; the extreme measures she took just to charm Brian to her heart;How she disguised as a simple girl without Brian knowing she was a police officer; the skirting she often did just so she could be with Brain and become his best friend and lover.When she saw an aged woman checking into the airport thought of grandma hit her in the head; the quarrel she had with grandma because of Brian. She wondered what would become of grandma now; if she was still alive or dead. If grandma was still alive she would be a perpetual enemy to the twins she thought. And grandma would never allow Brian claim fatherhood of twins he knew nothing about.But paternity test would come through for me; She thought as they drove in the taxi that led them to the hotel they would be staying all through their vacation. When she cast a caring look at the twins t
Meyer couldn’t stop moping at the twin baby boys while they slept peacefully in their cradle. Today would make it two days she put to bed of the twins, and her joy knew no bound ever since she brought the cute twins into this life; the doctor had congratulated her for the safe delivery and told her she defeated the feat of conducting a caesarian on her, because the twins were overgrown and two big to be born freely. She was glad to experience child birth. When she was very much younger her mother would tell her that child birth was like a woman having a hard stool. But today she could say it was more than that; the joy of procreation couldn’t even let her believe and confirm what her mother had told her years ago. In a short while, a young lady of Mexico origin, who was tall, and tan in complexion walked in, looking all smiles, with opened arms. She rubbed Meyer slightly on the arm.“Oh wow, congratulations,” the lady said, advancing to the cradles where the twins were. She peered
Two days later, when Ken went upstairs to meet with Mrs. Fanny, He never realized he would meet her packing up her belongings. First he was forced to believe that the reason she ignored him downstairs and went upstairs was because of Blueeyes whom she said had become a torn in her flesh. Staying with Ken was no longer an option; it was a decision she had made along while before now. But she never had thought she would reveal to him about given up on their love; worst still the condition of convincing Mr. Fanny to sign the divorce paper was getting her pained and bored. She had seen her purpose of coming into his life was to get laid and take care if Blueeyes.Mind made up!It was good bye!She could hear the door creak as it opened behind her and she need not be told it was ken. She molded a hard face, paused her lips and bent to the bed to pick her dress and tunics which she wrapped and packed into her travelers bag.“What are you doing?” Ken asked hastily behind her, and held he
When Mrs. Fanny shook her body she felt the warmth of a hairy body, and for once she thought she was in her bed at home, of course with no other person than Ken, since he too was hairy. As soon as she rubbed her eyes had two fast blinks and opened her eyes fully she was staring at her G-string and dress on the floor, and she almost called out Ken to query him for making love to her in her tipsy state; knowing how much she fancied being conscious and engaged during love making. But then she perceived a strange fragrance; Ken never smelled of honey; The fragrance was typically honey; as though the person had honey comb on his body. Gradually she tilted her neck to the left only to behold a neatly shaven face smiling at her.“Hello baby,” the strange man said to her, all smiles with appreciation for nice sex hanging in his eyes.“Sexy dragon!” Mrs. Fanny exclaimed and flinched from the stranger. “Oh my goose!” she yelled, sat up and squeezed her face with disfavor. “Who are you? Oh dam
Mrs. Fanny felt numb and betrayed, and spending her night at the edge of a night club was one way she had gotten over heartbreaks in the past. Only on such days could she be called alcoholic. As she glared at the bottles of beer and rum on her table she caught hold on a cigar on her table and lit, before she had her first draw of smoke and started pondering over Ken; yes she had played the folly and it was time to draw the curtains against Ken and move on with her life. She wouldn’t want to run to Fanny, even though she knew that Fanny still felt a thing for her and would give her opened arms should she dare to return to him. To her there was no difference between fanny and Ken now, and she had put them in the same box. Cheats. liars. Betrayals. Fools. She would have to search for more words to describe the worst of men she had regretted knowing.“The night was damn lonely despite the sonorous music and rowdiness of the night club.She was interrupted by a groaning voice that came at
“Hello baby I am back.” Ken said to Mrs. Fanny the moment she walked through the door.She flinched fearfully, casting a stare at Ken who was at the wine shelf. She least expected Ken’s arrival and she had lost interest phoning him either. The lonely nights had only left her at the mercy of night clubs which she frequented to wade off boredom and horny. And to a sort, having Ken back wouldn’t change who she was to him – a mistress and a sex mate. She had only realized that too late. What on earth would have inspired Ken to give condition for her to be called his legally married wife? He knew convincing her husband to sign the divorce papers would not be an easy task and he gave her such tedious condition if indeed she would become his wife. What a wicked man; she thought.“Come over here, baby,” said Ken with wide spread arms and a face that shone with smile.How long is this going to continue like this? He doesn’t care anymore about me. All he knows is fuck me and nothing more; she s
“I am done,” she said, swirling around in the front of the mirror to behold her dazzling looks.He wanted to applaud her beauty but he kept mute. “I can drop you off.”“In the same Austin Martin boneshaker? Well, no need for that. My husband won’t find it funny seeing us,” she said inwardly, reminding herself that Ken was yet to marry her so she still remained a mistress. “I didn’t spend the night in his house, so I am getting ready for a fight. She looked into her phone and saw no missed calls, messages or voice notes from Ken and she expected nothing less from a man that wanted her not to only disappear from his life but from earth.“I got to go,” she said, hooked her handbag. “Once again thank you for the dress and the previous night.” She said coldly and his face seemed lonely at once.He shook his head, losing interest in words but not in her.“I got to go,” she said yet again, making him feel he held her legs from walking and that there was something of hers that he still had- r
Rodriguez had never been so confused and indecisive in his life. Ever since he got into his hotel room and laid her in bed, he had paced up and down the room, reasoning on a fast lane over Jacy’s drunken state. He had tried to lay down by her side but the strong stench of alcohol from her breath fought him off and almost nauseated his stomach when he sat up. He noticed the drench of sweat all over her body, and the likelihood of developing cold when the sweat might have subsided to chilled droplets wasn’t far-fetched. At first the idea of washing her up in the bathroom hit him in the head and he disapproved of it, avoiding Jacy’s like time-bomb trouble, not wanting anything that involved her body or her trust for him to fail. He knew he was right about charming Jacy, and there was no stopping him. It was his first time of staying in an enclosed place with a woman; not just a woman much familiar to him, but a total stranger, whose identity and past he wasn’t too sure of – just lik