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Don’t by Ed Sheeran

All I had on were my socks.

It was dark and I was trying to find my foot.

It was hot too and kind of small. I was trying to fit.

I couldn’t get enough space to fit my upper body. And I tried to wiggle it in.

There were a few rays of light coming in.

There was just something about dark and tight spaces that got to me. I never felt comfortable in them. I was always trying to break free.

But this time I realized I couldn’t and so I wasn’t even trying to break free. I just let myself go. I had come this far and all I could do was let myself go.

It wasn’t about what I felt was wrong or right but more about what had to happen.

I felt this feeling in my stomach. It was the type you got when a police car’s light goes off behind you but you know you haven’t done anything wrong.

You still get a little nervous first right?


It was that same feeling you get in your stomach. You almost can’t control it. You just have to fall victim to the emotion as it courses through you.

I squeezed tighter. I couldn’t let go.

I couldn’t let the feeling slip. I didn’t want to because I didn’t know what came next. The uncertainty.

I slowly pulled back. I gasped for air, which we had used up in that tiny closet. It was then the emanating smell of musty socks hit and burned the hairs in my nostrils.

I looked down at her. She was looking up at me.

Her butt cheeks still firmly in my large hands, I smiled and leaned in.

Closing my eyes, I felt her lips on mine. Soft and smooth, something about their pouty nature had me wanting more. Her lips took my lips into hers as she sucked. I squeezed her butt tighter. She loved how I enveloped her.

And then break. I looked at her and said,

“ Tasha: How long are we going to keep hiding like this? I just want to tell him already. He’s my best friend. He deserves to know. It’s been two months and we keep sneaking behind his back. Look we are hiding out in his closet during his birthday party. It doesn’t feel right keeping this from him. He’s my best friend…”

“He’s my brother…”

she responded, squeezing my hand a little tighter and then continuing;

“We are still trying to figure this all out and I am crazy about you but what if he’s not ready. What if we’re not ready? I don’t think I’m ready yet. I’m really nervous baby.”

She bowed her head down in disappointment. I released her left ass cheek from my right hand and I lifted up her chin. With a warming smile I said,

“It’s okay sweetie. Don’t be nervous. I won’t rush. I’ll wait till you’re ready and then we can tell him. Take your time beautiful. Okay?”

She nodded and flashed a smile. I felt her lips touch mine as I gave her a kiss. She was beautiful even in the darkness.

“You go out first, I’ll be out in a second”

I said to her. She smiled again and opened the closet door and headed back into the crowded apartment condo; her older brother’s house warming and birthday party.

The light briefly rushed into the stuffy closet and the banging bass of the music followed closely behind.

I leaned back into the side of the closet and onto the wall. I let out a huge sigh.

Her brother was going to kill me. He was going to kill me.

I had to say it to myself again. I thought to myself about what I was doing. I wasn’t doing anything wrong per se but he deserved to know. He was my best friend.

I had been warned to stay away from her. But how many times have we been told to stay away from something but we don’t until it burns and scars us?

I was going to treat her different. I wasn’t going to break her heart. I just hoped she didn’t fuck with mine first.

 .     .     .     .     .

There was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for my brothers; Jules and Jacques.

Jules was from North Carolina and Jacques was from DR Congo but his family moved out to Atlanta when he was 12. We were teammates, turned best friends and turned brothers. Jules was the super muscle, Jacques was fast and I was the brain. I was always thinking steps ahead for the benefit of us all.

Somehow we all ended up in Arizona to play football for our college. Jules was on the defensive end of things while Jacques and I battled for the same tight end position. We hated each other that first summer we spent out there at camp but funny enough that was how we became close.

We were both really good players, blessed with an abundance of speed. We pushed each other. We hated each other as competing players for the same spot but we respected each other also. I wanted the spot and he wanted it just as bad.

We continued to go back and forth for the entire camp, switching on our aggression and determination on the field and being relaxed off it. It wasn’t until the coach let us know about 3 weeks into the season that he was keeping both of us for the season that we warmed up to each other.

Jacques was converted to an out wide receiver. The kid was fast and he had those long Congolese hands. He was for sure the hit of the team. Put anything in and around his wingspan and you could count on him to snatch it out of the air. With his speed, his jumping ability and his willingness to learn out, coach turned him into the most devastating wide receiver on the West Coast.

We ripped teams those two years we played together. I played my tight end position and I was glad we played on the team together. I was amazed at how he caught whatever was thrown his way. Whenever the plays weren’t run for me, I watched in awe of how good he was. It was only a matter of time before he was given the nickname “Octopus” because he caught everything and held on tight.

The name rung true because it was also the same way he was with girls. Reel them in, hold on tight to as many as he wanted at a time. Highest I counted in college was six at one time. Yeah, he was the real MVP.


I had met his younger sister Tasha one time while in college. His family had come down to watch us win our division title that year after missing out the year before. It was a bittersweet experience because it was also during that game that Jacques ruptured his Achilles on a bad fall that led to an opponent stomping on him. He was in a lot of pain but he held strong for his family. Jules and I were right by his side.

He caught me chatting up his sister when at his uncle’s house who also lived about 30 minutes from campus. It was his house Jacques stayed at while recovering through the summer when he was in AZ and then the beginning of the school year.

That fall was the end of Jacques footballing career, as the explosive speed he had was never recovered. His nous for the game never left but his biggest asset was gone.

He had a hard time but he channeled his hurt into his chemical engineering. It was one of the best decisions he ever made.

His family left that weekend of the Championship with Jacques repeatedly warning me to stay away from his sister.


Years had passed and he had moved back home but every time I came to visit his parent’s house like at Thanksgiving, he’d remind me that his sister was off limits. He did not want me to date her; although we had secretly been in contact but it was nothing serious.

Tasha and I were alike. Somewhat with reputations; I was called Captain Save-A-Hoe and she was well, sometimes referred to as one needing saving.

I had always cherished my relationship with the other J’s as we called ourselves, so I never truly wanted Tasha or at least made it obvious or pushed for it.

For years I had stayed away from her like her brother had asked but it all got really different when she began to intern with my company.

Lunches together and rides whenever she needed one, over that summer, we got close pretty fast.

And then I got to know her very well; on the inside she was this sweet, caring, confused and often-misunderstood young woman but on the outside she put on the glam for the world from her 3digit likes on Instagram to her popularity in the city. It was all a façade.


We used to play hide and seek a lot all over town while we avoided her friends and I avoided her brother. He had heard things about her like he was supposed to; he put a blinder to repel it all. After all, that was his sister.

It was about 6:30pm that evening when we finally made it to the front of their house. We had just closed off a long working day. She only had about 3 weeks left of her internship and that evening we were just talking.

She began by asking me what kind of woman I liked. I smiled and paused for a second thinking. I pushed the ignition button to turn off the car. The inner lights went on, she tried to hide like a vampire from sunlight.

I sat back in my seat and began to answer,

“Honestly, I just want a simple woman. One that likes to laugh, kick it, watch movies, independent, focused, caring, a good cook because I love my plantains, great body.

*I paused and smiled*

Well you know why and she has to have a round butt. One that can talk back.” 

She had her head down with a smile on her face and then she responded,

“So you basically described me? Well without the butt at least”

I was taken aback not by the fact that she was being modest; she had an amazing butt and body in general but for the fact that she responded that was period.

I smiled and said,

“Well, I guess you can kinda say that”

she smiled back. And slowly looked up at me, it was then, it was then I knew for sure that I wanted her. I forgot everything Jacques had warned me about her.

I had grown fond of her and I really liked her.

It was quiet. A very quiet neighborhood; except for the bullfrogs making annoying noises from the creek behind their house.

I could see her face. She was so beautiful. I had a quick moment to second-guess myself while I paused and I think she thought I was about to chicken out. So she began to motion as if she was about to leave the car. I doubled back and placed my right hand on her left forearm.

Her skin was silky smooth but cold. She stopped and looked at me. Right then, I opened the door to the next series of events that would change everything.

I leaned in, placed my right hand between her neck and her falling hair and placed a soft kiss on her lips. It was short.

I quickly pulled back. She seemed displeased with me. So she leaned in. Grabbed me by my shirt and she kissed me so hard that my bottom lip bled inside. That was how I knew it was real. It felt like she had wanted to do it for a while.

If a woman you love has never kissed and sucked on your lip till it bled. Sigh… I’m sorry for you.

She got out of the car and pulled her pencil skirt down and swayed to the door. She turned around and blew me a kiss. I had caught serious feelings and I could feel my heart racing now. Shit.

She let herself into the house and a few seconds later the outside lights of the house went on. She must have flicked them on. I started my car and the inner lights went on. I pulled down the visor and looked at my bottom lip. There was a bit of blood on the inside. It hurt a bit but I smiled. Something about that turned me on.

It was weird looking at my own blood. If only I knew that I was bound to shed more.

.     .     .     .     .

Life Support by Sam Smith

Shards of glass were flying all over the place.

I closed my eyes as the darkness enveloped my world. I ducked my head down but I must have been too slow.

I could still hear the music blasting through the speakers but the sounds of shattering glass pierced through my ears.

Piece by piece, they rained over my head. They usually tell you that in near death situations your life flashes before your eyes, mine didn’t. Instead I thought about the things I hadn’t gotten to do yet and imagined myself in those places; skydiving, flying a plane, scuba-diving and such.

The “why am I here?” question briefly floated through my head as I tried to ensure that I made it out of there alive.

I felt a hard hit on the crown of my head as it was in a bent position.

Screeching, broken glass, sharp pains, and then it went silent and then black.


It felt tight.

Almost to the point of choking I would say. The voices were faint. I could feel them sailing through the air but not into my ears. It was like I was using my ears for the first time, more importantly, it seemed like it was the only thing working.

I stopped and slowly began to allow my brain to piece things together.

I remembered the glass and being in a car. Putting that together, I remembered the other car and it coming out of nowhere.

I remember putting one hand in front of my cousin because he foolishly wasn’t wearing his seatbelt and I remembered the hit on the bit of my head and upper part of my neck.

My neck.

I signaled to my brain to make contact with my neck. But it was stiff.

In fact, a lot of my body was stiff and in one position; unmovable. Like making calls on the Sprint or MTN networks, my brain hopelessly failed to make contact with parts of my body.

I knew I was lying on my back and the room was brightly lit.

As I decided to give my brain a break from the overtime it was doing trying to make me feel sane, the pain kicked in. I could feel a throbbing in my legs, my left arm was numb and I was stiff.

There was so much I wanted to know. My mind began to race and very quickly it slowed down. I reckoned that because I felt pain in my legs, I wasn’t paralyzed. I feel them; I could feel the numbness in my arms. Sigh. I would be able to walk, I thought to myself.

Imagine trying to figure all this out in a completely dark room. I smacked my lips together and tried to talk. Right then, I felt someone touch me and say my name frantically

“Jerome! Jerome!”

I kept slowly trying to talk while I heard my name even though faintly.

“Jerome! Can you hear me?!”

I slowly began to move my body. And then the voice grew lighter, it went farther away from me. I could still hear what was being said but not clearly.

“Please… some… in…. here!!!”

the person yelled into the hallway. A few minutes later, I could hear more people walk into the room. I figured nurses and maybe doctors.

I could not hear the voice of the original person; it was my baby sister Sonia.

Some voice that I didn’t know said,

“he’s awake” 

I heard my sister say, “Thank you God”.

She was much like my mother. Even though she spoke no English, she worked her ass off to send my sister and I to America to get an education. She was our rock star. She still diligently sent “pocket money” she had been sending since my freshman year in college back in Arizona, it totaled a meager $100. I was averaging 50 times that at my current job as a marketing manager for watch company Magico but she still did it every month just as much as she complained about me going by Jerome in America and not Jibola like she named me. Interestingly, it warmed my heart.

The door opened again and someone walked in. Everyone else went silent. Now I could hear the machines as they beeped in harmony, the voices in the hallway were even more audible now. It was all very strange.


He pronounced my name with his Icelandic accent like it was some cheaply manufactured goat cheese.


“We are glad to have you back with us. How are you feeling? Do you remember anything about that day?”

I shook my head from side to side slowly to signal my answer.

The doctor then began talking,

“You were involved in a terrible accident and you have been in comatose state for a little over 5 months. Some key parts of your body were badly affected and while you have slowly made recoveries, there are still some parts that need more work and surgery…”

The doctor stopped talking as if to wait for my response. I slowly parted my lips. My mouth tasted bitter and my lips were very dry. I stretched them and then I called my sister,


she responded,

“Yes bro”

I gathered myself and swallowed hard before asking,

“Where is Tasha?” 

My sister sighed and said,

“Bro, let’s not worry about that right now. Let’s just focus on how you can now get back up and going” 

I knew my sister. She was deflecting. She knew I was a very straightforward person and I would not ask questions I wasn’t ready for the answer to. I slowly opened my mouth and asked again

“Sonia, when was the last time Tasha was here?”

she knew she couldn’t lie now. It sound like she was sad as she said,

“she hasn’t been here since the second week you were admitted Jerome”

Her words stung. They pierced right through my soul. I just could not believe them but I knew they must have been the truth. My sister would never lie to me. It hurt but I couldn’t find the tears to cry.

How could the woman I loved have left me for months while she was living her life?

I was confused and feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I turned my head away from the voices that were to my left and presumably I was now facing the wall.

I couldn’t think. The doctor called my name a few times and tried to engage me. It didn’t work. I wasn’t having any of it. Why would Tasha abandon me? It made no sense.

I heard the doctor ask me to get some rest as he asked to see my sister in the hallway. I began to pay close attention to what was being said and I heard the doctor say,

“Miss, the latest scans are still not looking good. He has pieces of glass lodged inside his eyes. In particular he has one dangerously large piece sitting right on his optic nerve in his left eye. It is so delicate that it is barely functioning. It is sending signals to his brain but they are very weak. Also, what is more worrisome for us is that his right eye, which was not affected by the accident, is sending no signals to his brain. Essentially, he is blind in his right eye and till we operate on his left eye, he cannot see out of that too. “

I gasped and clutched my bed sheets. I could hear them clearly. My sister words sounded a bit muffled like her hands were covering her mouth and she asked,

“What are the chances after surgery he can see out of his left eye at least?”

The doctor’s tone was more depressed as he said,

“The specialist told me it was only about a 13% chance due to the extremely delicate positioning of the object but we’ll do our possible best.

I tuned out of their conversation. I could not be blind! I had so much to give. I felt like I had so much to live for. This was not fair. This was not supposed to happen this way.

The pain in my chest felt a lot like being stabbed repeatedly in the same spot. I could not contain it anymore. Lying on my side, the tears began to flow into the cloth that was covering my eyes.


It hit hard.

The woman I loved was gone and I could not look into her eyes ever again to take in her beauty or find out why she left. I could never hold my son or daughter and see their first smile or watch them ride a bicycle.

My brain and my eyes might have deserted each other but my heart was speaking to my eyes loud and clear. Its signals were overwhelming; I couldn’t hold back the tears.


“Get ready for another emotional roller-coaster. I promise I won’t leave you badly scarred though. Just wanting more.”

                                                                             – @adewus4real

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“That would be $9.57”

She said to me as she looked back at my milkshake that was filing up on the machine.  I fished for change to complete my order and gave it to her. They knew me here and that was my regular order; 6 McChicken’s and a large strawberry shake. I walked out into the chilly Fremont weather and hopped on my bike.  California was not described as this cold but here we were. Balancing the milkshake in my right hand and my bag of hot McChicken’s in my left, I began peddling home. My knees ached. It was all the weight I had put on; 65lbs to be exact. Welcome to America, I was told.

I finally tucked myself in bed after navigating through my father and his girlfriend and whilst hiding my food, they had issues with my diet but I wasn’t listening to it. It was my money and I would spend it how I wanted. I made sure all the lights in the room were turned off while I switched on my dad’s DVD player and started up Hilary Swank’s movie “Boy’s Don’t Cry” that I had stopped by the local Blockbuster video store to pick up. I had to watch this movie for my Film studies class. Freshman year struggles with no laptop or hope to wait for one as my father had told me I had to earn it.  I was hoping to get it for my 18th birthday, which was in about 3 months.

I finished my food and struggled to stay awake to finish the movie, I failed.

It was only 1pm and I was already tired and ready to be out of campus but there was no way for me to that especially when I had class at 3:30pm. I was trying to take a nap in the library when I felt a tap on my shoulder. With a combination of an irritated and surprised look, I turned around. At first I thought someone was waking me up because I was snoring but right there was a beautiful white lady. She must have been about 22 or 23.

“Hey, sorry to wake you but do you have a calculator by any chance? I have homework to turn in and I’m stuck but also without a calculator”

I began to get less angry and I said

“What class is it for?”


She responded with curiosity like I shouldn’t care.

“I have a calculator”

I continued

“But do you mind if I take a look? I’m pretty good at math”

I offered


S.O.S – Yung L

She said with some relief. Her assignment was a piece of cake. She was not a great math student but she was a fantastic photographer.  Her name was Shay and I would become her “math tutor” for the remainder of the semester working with her on assignments and prepping for exams. It reminded me a lot of my time back in Nigeria.

My father had sent me back to finish my secondary school education after a summer where he had previously told me I would be staying in California living with him. It was tough to go back, but I still had friends there and I was going to a new school so it was a fresh start and freedom for me.

I spent 3 years in Nigeria alone while I secretly felt like my father sent me to Nigeria because of the lady he was dating at the time. I was fine with it because I thought he would break up with her soon and he was sending me good money to take care of myself back then.

I graduated as one of the best and youngest students in my school at the time and I was looking forward to going to a university in Nigeria. It was a surprise when my aunt told me that my father wanted me to come to America to attend college. It was mixed feelings all over as I was leaving independence and control to basically become a “second class citizen”. I was born in Virginia where my mother and my father lived for many years until my mother passed away. I reckon the environment was too overwhelming for him to remain in, so we packed our bags and moved over to the sunshine in the Golden State; California.

I was a great student but I struggled with confidence as I worried about my accent and my age. I was one of the younger students in the class and I think my academic performances were not always appreciated by some of my classmates who thought that I was intimidating and such.

Shay understood that and tried to be as helpful as possible. She encouraged me to be confident in myself as our friendship grew. One evening, I had stayed after class to speak to a professor and lost track of time. I was a few minutes late to the bus stop and I missed my bus. My father was out of town till late that evening, so I began to walk home. It was going to be about an hour walking and about a mile into my walk; I heard a honk behind me. I turned around and it was Shay. She asked to give me a ride home, which I gladly accepted. That evening we spent about two hours outside my house talking about various things and I even got a chance to tell her what my name Jide stood for. Like most people I told about the meaning of my full name, Babajide, she was captivated and excited to hear many of the stories I had to share about my time and growing up in Nigeria.

Shay and I would get closer and closer till it lead to sex. Some of the greatest things I learned about women, I learned from Shay. It was not hard to break up when we did. We were never truly together and we knew why we messed with each other to begin with.  She needed a cheap tutor and I needed a mentor. Every young man or woman needs an older mentor at some point early on. 

.     .     .     .     .     .

After Shay, my eyes were opened. I knew what I expected in a woman and what she had to have. If she didn’t have it, it was not going to fly. I had been searching for what she would like with no success. Turning down various “potential” women for various reasons. I remember this girl Ogechi that wanted to be with me.  We had gone on a few good dates but it just didn’t feel right. I wasn’t sure that we would last through difficult times. Fundamentally, our values and outlook on certain things did not align. She seemed to care about shoes more than people and focused on spending all her money on vain things. I was a homebody and I wanted cook in dates with cuddling and just sharing each other’s company. She wanted to be out and about, being the talk of the town. It was only a matter of time before we began to drift apart.

One day we attempted to spend time together, the date was set and then she hit me up saying there was a party and she would rather have us meet there. I got the message loud and clear. Like a man after one thing only, I needed some sex so I went. And the craziest thing happened, she never showed up. I found out later that she had been seeing this party promoter in town. He was the type of guy she wanted; flashy and out there.  He was the total opposite of me.

I was extremely let down that night at the party but that was the night my luck turned. I met Arewa, an English major who was finishing up her degree and looking to change careers into Youth Advocacy. This young woman charmed me. She had a good head on her shoulders; her smile was captivating even in her 5’4 frame. And she was beautifully endowed from head to toe. I think God created her on his off day. Like he had a brilliant idea and he just had to go into the office and viola! She was made.  I had to play it cool all night, as I didn’t want her to see how much I was /into her. That night we talked for hours. Leaving the party at one point and staying outside seating on the back of her white two door Saturn while we chatted away.  We exchanged numbers after two guys fighting over some girl prematurely ended the party. Africans right?

I couldn’t stop thinking about her that night as I lay in bed. So after having a full blown conversation with my mind, I texted her

Me: 2:47am: Hey, this is Jide from earlier in the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you so I decided to text. I hope that’s not too forward?

Arewa: 2:48am: Hey! No, it’s not! Would it be weird if I told you that I was just thinking about you too? 🙈

I couldn’t stop smiling as I jumped up in my bed and fist pumped into the sky like I had won an Olympic medal. I called her shortly afterwards and we talked till she had to get ready to leave the home. She was volunteering at this free clinic called Mani on that Saturday morning. I swear she was perfect.

Those phone calls became more frequent and the dates piled up as we drew closer to each other. One day, she texted me and asked me to drive out with her.  I asked her where to. She said she was going to drop off something for her father at his job. He was a prison warden. Well paid but his job was in the middle of nowhere. It was on that long drive that we decide to exclusively explore growth and potentially a relationship.  We arrived at her father’s job and she went inside while I stayed in the car. I was terrified that he would walk outside with her or something but he didn’t. We returned home and continued to grow. I began to get really drawn into everything about her. Whenever she wasn’t around, I would yearn for her. When she was at school, which was 8hrs away, I would itch to be with her or around her. She was all I could think of.

Always On My Mind – Nosa

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I was on this wave of love. It’s hard to explain. I just felt really in tune with her and I wanted to show her. I only had $18 in my account so I asked my sister for $2 and I drove to the bank and deposited the $2 I had just acquired and pulled out a $20 at the atm. I remember the teller looking at me really weird as I deposited an amount so little. I tried not making eye contact. I drove to the nearby grocery store and purchased one bottle of Apple Cider (it looked like a wine bottle and was all I could afford), two strawberry scented candles, a small tub of Dreyer’s ice-cream, chicken and a few tomatoes, bell pepper and one onion. Everything added to the rice and plantains I had brought from home was under about $15 dollars and the rest of my change I put towards gas in my car. It was barely anything, just over the reserve line in the car. I headed out towards her apartment asking her roommate who was going to be gone for the weekend to please leave the key under the mat. When I arrived, no one was there and I had about 2 hours to prep before she got out of work at the school gym. The food was done about an hour and half in, so I hopped in the shower and as I was drying off myself, I heard her car pull up. I quickly put my clothes on and sat on the couch. A few minutes later carrying her backpack and all her other items, she stumbled into the living room. I remember verbally alerting her than I was in there before she opened the door so she would not attempt to pepper spray me. She had one of those on her phone and every woman should have one of those pepper spray things on her for safety.


She said with a huge smile on her face

“I could have sworn that I saw your car downstairs. Did you cook?”

I nodded, planting a kiss soft kiss on her forehead and giving her a hug.  She dumped all her belongings on the couch and headed for the kitchen, I redirected her by blocking her path and forcing her to go straight into the shower. She could touch the food after she was done.

I laid out the table and poured out two glasses of the cider. Serving the food, I always had to make sure that my plantain was more than hers. Don’t ask me why, I just had to.

When she emerged from the room, her skin glowed. Covered in her cocoa butter lotion, it was extremely inviting. I gave her one of those savage looks I used to flash her as she walked around in her blue short shorts. Licking my lips, my eyes closed slightly as I zoned into my target. She would always giggle and joke about how she didn’t want me to look at her that way but she knew that she secretly loved it; just as much as her kitty wanted me to pet her.

Dinner was great. One of the best you could make under $15. Years later the talk of the town would be $200 dates. I realized how far from the basics our generation drifted. We sat next to each other still at the dining table finishing up our ice cream. My thinking was “I just ate spicy food and I really want to feast her out. This ice cream will cancel out the pepper”. I sat there rolling each spoon of ice cream around my mouth to ensure that it was covering every inch of my mouth and eliminating the pepper. She was looking at me like I was crazy and to be quite honest; I was looking at her plotting how to drive her crazy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

She asked knowing what was about to happen. I ignored her question and began to lean in towards her. I moved her freshly braided hair to the left side of her face as I planted soft kisses around her cheek as I worked my way towards the back of her right ear. She was starting to squirm as she kicked her head backwards. My kisses continued warmly as I moved downwards toward her collarbone with my nostrils blowing hot air down her neck directing my path. I was now running my hand along the inner side of her thighs. My index finger playfully grazing her clit., she was moaning and telling me I was wrong for this. Like I actually gave a shit. I pushed her seat back and knelt down in front of her. Licking my lips, she knew exactly what was coming next. I pulled her shorts down and tossed them to my back and they landed on the dining table. Very slowly, my tongue began to lick around her now dripping chocolate factory and my dessert was not enough, so I certainly wanted more. I was lapping up her juices as I used both my hands to pull open her southern lips and I stuck my tongue in there. She clutched my head, which was now in her hands tighter and put both her legs on my back. The deeper I went into her, the harder she clutched my head. She was moaning loudly as her voice echoed in the empty room. I was ready to render my member to be a nuisance inside her. I slowly stood up, her juices smeared all over my beard. I ran my left index finger over it and put it in my mouth, it somehow sent chills down her spine. She stood on her feet and turned around. Presenting her perfectly sculpted butt to me, I slid in. Her wetness drowning my rock hard member inside her, I had to catch myself. It was easiest to slip up and cum right when you slide in. I clinched my ass cheeks together as I found my rhythm, in and out and I controlled my thrusts. She was moaning my name as I grabbed her waist on both ends and dominated her body with each stroke. She was clawing away at the table trying to find something to grip on. The height imbalance was getting to me. Arewa, wasn’t very tall and so with her bent over, I had to bend my knees to get a good position. So I mounted her on the dining table. It wobbled a bit. She was on the endowed side of things. Everything balanced out in the right places on her body with her rear being her most gifted area. It was hot. It was tight; I could feel every muscle gripping my shaft as I slid in and out. It was amazing. She was amazing. Her body was amazing and felt perfect in my hands. I knew I was about to let loose as I continued to thrust into her while she stroked her clit.

And right then with the vigorous motions, my thrusting and her shaking, it happened. The table tipped over. She hit the ground, while I yanked her backwards to avoid the table crashing on her foot. We laughed as I pulled her in. The kissing began again; we were going to finish the job.

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We had been dating for about a year now and things were going stronger by the day. Arewa was in town visiting for Spring break when she invited me over for a BBQ her father was hosting at their house. I felt like I was ready to meet her father. She had waited to introduce me to him till she was sure, I would stay around or I was serious.  Her mother was not the one to worry about she told me. I dressed smartly but I was nervous.

When I arrived at her house, Arewa in her usual manner talked to me and encouraged me to not worry and told me that her parents would love me. I walked into the house expecting to not come out alive. Her mother was extremely nice! She gave me a big hug and immediately set out to make me a plate of food. I was feeling loved. About 20minutes in, her father returned from a store run. We walked up to him and she introduced me

“Daddy, this is Jide I told you about”

“Oh! Young man, how are you? I have heard great things about you”

he said as he firmly shook my hand. Arewa was starting to smile in the corner of my eye as she was glad the interaction was going well

“Fine thank you sir”

I muttered while shaking and struggling to hold maintain my resolve.

“What’s your last name again?”

He continued

“Fayehun, sir”

I responded with confidence as if I was proud of my father’s name. He looked at me and a frown came across his face. He tried to hide it but I caught it early.

“Oh really?“

He said as he tried to cover his disappointment

“Well, enjoy the party. Okay?”

he said as he walked away. It was then I knew something was wrong. I looked at Arewa whose smile had faded now and was replaced by a look of surprise and somewhat shock. I couldn’t make any sense of it. I barely lasted another hour at the party before I left. I was confused.

Arewa would later find out that there had been a huge misunderstanding between both our fathers over the Presidency of the Fremont Association of Nigerians a few years back where it had gotten very close to punches being thrown at the meeting. To put it in all honesty, our fathers hated each other.

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Both our fathers had told us to break up and not even consider being together any further but we clearly weren’t listening. Her mother liked me and secretly encouraged her to follow her heart. She was putting herself on the line by taking that stance; I adored that woman for believing in us.

One evening, I came over to her house because she told me her father was at work till 9pm and her mother was in Nigeria. He was not meant to be back till about 10pm. We were on the floor of her room as they had moved the bed out of her room in the process of converting it to a guest room. She laid a comforter on the floor and we lay there watching Grey’s Anatomy on her laptop. Sharing the headphones with one ear each, we lay there. One bud in my right ear and the other in her right ear, our legs entangled together. The moon rays snuck into the room through the blinds behind us. It was hot in the house we were both too lazy to open the blinds. The episode ended and we just lay there on our sides looking into each other’s eyes. This was love and I knew she loved me; no matter what anyone said.

I began to run my left hand on her right hand as she looked into my eyes; she knew what was coming as I drew her in closer. I began to kiss her soft lips as they spoke right back to me. It was nothing forced, just simple kisses that communicated the purest of emotions. It said, “I love you and I want you”. She turned onto her back while I towered over her. Continuing to kiss her, she began to take my pants off. It was getting hotter in the room by the second and I knew she wanted me inside her. I stopped for a second and looked down at her. She was just so beautiful to me. I pulled off my pants and proceeded to pull hers off. She lifted her butt off the ground so I could pull it off. She looked at me and said,

“you sure you want to do this? I don’t think you’re ready for this”

I knew what she was doing. She was just trying to rile me up. Trying to stir up motivation for me to do things to her. I smiled. And took her breast into my mouth, I bit on it. She smacked me hard on my back. I looked up and smiled.

She then proceeded to say

“Biting me won’t make me cum faster. You have to put that inside me to make me…”

I didn’t let her finish when I kissed her hard. I pulled her lips into mine and gently bit on her lower lip. I was riled up and now I was motivated to break her. I just wanted to make her moan my name like it was the only word that would give her breath. There was no feasting on her wetness, I just slid right in. The strokes were deep and hard, I maintained eye contact as she clutched the sheets. Her eyes rolling back into her head as I began to pick up the pace. There was a certain fierce look on my face as I panted hard with each pump

“Jide, slow down. Jide, Jide, you’re hitting my…”

she moaned away

“…myyyy spotttt!!!!”

she dug her left hand into my back pulling me into her. I was nowhere near my climax because I was determined to make sure her knees buckled and she could not walk out of there.

Turning her over, in our favorite position. She pleaded with me to take it easy. Take it easy? Did she not remember a few minutes prior when she practically told me that I would not be able to please her. I was furious and somewhat turned on. I knew it was just for the experience as she wanted to stoke the fire but I was mad. I slid into her holding her cheeks apart. I started off slowly and then once again, the pace was up. I was squeezing her by her waist as I thrust in and out. Her butt was rippling with each thrust and she began to wait

 “Jide, it’s too deep. Itsss tooo fuckinggggg deeeeppppp. Oh shit!!!!!”

I wasn’t having any of it. I continued to pound. Sweat dripping off my chin onto her back. I was going in and out faster than I had ever done before. I couldn’t understand why she wanted me to stop now. She wanted all of this and that’s what she was going to get. As I neared cumming, I slid my right hand around and began stroking her clit while I slid my member in and out of her. She began screaming

“I’m going to cum… Fuck! I’m goooinggg to cummm”

There it was, her knees locked as she squeezed in her butt and let out the loudest moan of the night. My ejaculation was only a few seconds after. And then we slumped, we were both drenched in sweat and panting. Trying to catch out breath to discuss what just happened, she put her hand on my chest and began talking.

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“Babe, that was amazing. Wow, did you get bigger?”

“Quiet babe, hold on”

I cut her short.

“Is that your dad?”

I asked hearing Nigerian music as a car parked in front of the house.

Her eyeballs grew large and so did mine.

“Shit babe!”

She said as she sat up.

I jumped up and scrambled to pick up my things. I immediately ran downstairs and headed towards the garage. Hiding in the garage behind the other car. They had two cars in the garage. I hid behind her mother’s car in my underwear only and socks on. What in the world? I was sitting there hoping that he would not come in and open the door and as if God was trying to punish me, I heard his voice approaching the garage door from inside the house.

He opened the door, I held my breath and then I heard begin to walk towards the car I was hiding behind. I was sweating again and it wasn’t the same kind from sex. This one was cold and dripping right down my forehead. And then he stopped and said

“Ewa, can you believe that I took the wrong key?”

He turned around and headed back into the house. I immediately got up and was dashing for the side door in the garage to let myself out when the door opened again. What The Heck Man?! I thought I heard him go into the house and he was heading upstairs for the keys. There I was standing in my underwear with my socks on looking like a fool committing adultery being hunted by the woman’s husband. I was screwed. I turned around and froze….

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