A diary entry of a converted Yoruba angel.
“ Smack my ass.”
I slapped her right and then left cheek. Softer than fresh Agege bread, they rippled as I continued to slide in and out of her dripping wet.
My balls slapping into her clit with each movement.
I leaned forward and put her in a headlock with my right hand, lifting her upper body to my bare chest.
Before I spoke she said,
“Yes, Daddyyyy. Choke meeee!”
I swear everything in me welled up. My balls tensed, my ass clenched and I was ready to let go.
Muffled from my arm choking her, she muttered more words I couldn’t make out.
I turned her face to the left and planted the sloppiest kiss on her lips. She licked my tongue and my bottom lip as she stole her juices back off my lips.
I let her down and pinned her head in the bed, slapping her cheeks again as I thrust harder.
Still muffed, she let out
“Fill me up daddy”
And that was it for me.
One, two and I pulled out spraying my seed on her left cheek and she twerked in approval.
She slumped into the bed as I stood up and staggered to the bathroom.
I grabbed a shirt and walked back to clean her up.
It had dribbled down her cheek like icing on a fresh donut. Each line tracing her stretch marks on her beautiful black skin.
As I walked out of the room she said,
“So you’re just gonna fuck me like that and just leave?”
I chuckled and she added
“I wish you could stay longer”
Striding out, I said
“You’ve had me for 3 days now. You want my mother to kill me?”
She twisted, turned and grumbled like a teenager not getting to spend the day at the mall with their friends. I head back to the bathroom.
Leaning over the sink and staring into the mirror, I was trying to catch my breath.
It was when I stopped that I realized that my heart was still pounding really fast. I started taking breaths from the base of my belly.
A few breaths in and my Apple Watch buzzed, I looked down to my right hand as I lifted it up towards me.
It was an Uber notification. My ride was arriving in 8minutes.
I quickly hopped in the shower and washed down.
Drying myself as I walked into the room, she asked me
“When do you come back from Ghana?”
I leaned in and kissed her.
She smiled and said
“Your bags are downstairs by the door and some food”
We both walked downstairs and hugged before I got into the Uber. I patted down my coat to make sure I had my passport and my wallet. Both intact, I pulled out AirPods and stuck them in.
One more deep breath as the 44minute ride to the airport began.
My flight from London City was delayed 3 times. I began to panic about my connecting flight from Rome to Cape Verde.
It was one of the first flights that airline was running.
After painfully waiting, we eventually boarded and headed to Rome.
Once we landed, I rushed and grabbed my bags.
Running to the airline checkpoint, I was praying I didn’t miss my flight because we were so late.
As I approached the gate, I noticed there wasn’t anyone there.
I immediately began to panic but I tried to keep it together. As I got the gate, it was completely empty and all the screens were blank.
I had missed my flight. But how?
It was still an hour and 20minutes before the departure time. How could they close the gate so early?
Annoyed, I headed up to the airline customer service area.
Walking up to the counter, the lady already looked irritated that I was coming with my problems.
I came up and said
“I was supposed to be on a flight to Cape Verde and Lagos but the gate was closed”
She rolled her eyes and said
“The flight has left”
And I replied
“How can it have left? The flight leaves in an hour and 15minutes plus the board shows the flight is delayed.”
We spent the next 5minutes going back and forth about getting on another flight. She told me that I would not be able to fly out of Rome heading to Nigeria that day.
I was fuming because I was meant to go on a family vacation starting the next day.
Everything within me wanted to fight.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a lady that appeared to be in the same predicament as me.
I walked up to her and said
“Hi, were you meant to be on that the Cape Verde Airlines flight too?”
Confused and somewhat relieved she said
“Yes, I was”
We would quickly share stories of how annoying the whole situation was.
I got up and went back to the counter and said
“So you are really not going to help out my wife, you plan to have us stranded here?”
Again, the lady did not budge.
I walked back to the woman and sat next to her
“What’s your name?”
She looked up from her phone and said
I smiled back and said
“Hi Dania, my name is Tare. Pleasure to meet you, given the circumstance”
We both chuckled and I began calling the company that I bought my ticket from. 45minutes later, we were in a van taking us to a hotel where we would spend the night.
We would not get to Lagos for another two days and before that, we would fly to Instabul, Port Harcourt and then Lagos. All because of a missed flight.
Dania was on the phone to her mom, giving her an update on the what had happened as we made out way to the hotel.
I was exhausted and I truly just wanted to sleep.
It was late and most restaurants were closed. I kept thinking of what I would eat and needing sleep but somehow, being with her made the situation easier.
We got to the hotel and quickly exchanged numbers. Sitting at the lobby while the rooms were readied, we talked about where we coming from and how excited we were to get to Lagos.
She shared about her family and I talked about mine as well.
It was very clear that she was extremely talented and very beautiful. Our energies were in sync and I began to forget the pain of missing the flight.
Our rooms were on separate sides of the hotel. I remember the man at the front desk asking if we were a couple and would like one room together. We laughed and told him we were not.
We finally headed to our rooms. I was in mine watching some Italian show after showering and waiting for my food.
It was McDonald’s and I was really annoyed that it was option while in Rome.
The food arrived, it was half decent, I ate and prepared for the morning. Bags ready and clothes outlined for the early and long haul to Nigeria.
I was starting to drift off in bed when I heard a knock.
Sluggishly, I got up and opened the door. There she was, smiling and looking refreshed.
“I couldn’t sleep and I brought some wine.”
I smiled and stepped to the side as she walked in.
“You smell really good”
She turned around and said
“Taste even better…”
I almost choked. It was about to be a memorable trip and we had no idea what was coming.
End of Part 1. Come back next Saturday for Part 2!
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