1.) I am always attracted to ‘unusual’ things and people hence the insane admiration I have for @Janus_aneni and @Elys_ia
2.) To fully understand this piece I’d advise you read the episode 1 of it.
And emmmm this piece is kinda Xrated. So feel free to stop reading now!
“The emptiness i felt even while at the university was enough to fill up a thousand other ‘me’.
What i had lost could not be made up for by the routine of “university life’.
In every new person I encountered I saw a piece of her;
In every smile I heard her laughter.
In every frown I saw her tears.
All these though were the ‘fallacies’ of my vision and deception of my mind.
I lived like my life had ended,merely going through the motions.
Yemi was my ‘hostel mate’ and occasional friend. As much as I could tell he liked me or more appropriately was physically attracted to me though he never officially made a move on me.
He didn’t need to as he eventually became my first fix.
That first time is forever etched in my memory probably because it was also my ‘first time’.
My room was completely dark and I lay silently on my bed as naked as a jay bird. I was soBbing quietly and the ‘why’ I cannot now remember.
There was a quiet knock on my door and I ignored it hoping whomever it was would go away but that was not to be. Another knock. Silence. A third knock after which my door creaked open.
The light from the passageway seeped into my room and thru it I could make out the muscular frame of Yemi. He walked in and left the door ajar as he needed the partial source of light.
Still on my bed I mumbled a weak,almost inaudible hello.
‘Hey Jemimah…’ He replied in his rich baritone voice. ‘I just got into the hostel and tot I’d check up on you’. A pause. Silence. ‘Are u alright?’ There was concern in his voice.
He stared at me for a while and then shut the door behind him. Again my room was as dark as pitch.
He groped his way to my bed and sat next to me. I was lying very still afraid that any move I make would betray my mood. I was exhausted. I wanted to be left alone but could not make up the words to send that message across.
‘Jemimah talk to me. Are you alryt?’ His voice was calm. Soothing.
I nodded again.
In the dark his fingers found my face and he stroked my forehead gently. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of deja vu. I exhaled.
From my forehead his fingers found their way to my lips and traced the outline of my mouth. My face was damp from my tears. My lips also. At this point he knew that I had been crying but in his wisdom asked no questions. I exhaled again and softly, without intending to, kissed his fingers.
It was an act of sheer impulse. I still cannot understand why I felt the need to do that.
My heart was racing now though I was as still as a photograph.
In only but a few seconds I had evolved from sad to slightly relieved to impulsive and foolish and to…’Expectant’???
I knew not what was going to happen next but I was waiting on it.
Yemi got up from my bed and for a brief moment I could feel his eyes fixed intently on me.
I didn’t make a sound. My mind was in disarray.
Slowly he undressed and slipped naked beneath my sheets right next to me. We lay still for a while not saying a word to each other because truly words were not needed as we were communicating in a language that defied words.
He stretched out one hand and touched my naked skin. Slowly,with the carefulness of a chef eunuch he put one hand on my shoulder and pressed my body gently so that I would turn to him.
I turned slowly and his hand touched my breast and then I was in his arms so quickly that our bodies came together in one line of electricity and he finally had his arms around me, was kissing my warm mouth deeply,was crushing my body and breasts against him and then rolling his body on top of mine.
Now I was all eagerness,Surging against him in a virginal erotic frenzy. The motions were swift,kisses long and hard,suddenly the temperature in the room shot up by a few hundred degrees and the sheets were no longer needed;and In hasty passion we explored.
When he entered into me the pain was blinding and I gasped.
‘Oh…I…’ he started to say.
By feminine instinct then I moved and the apology that was forming on his lips were cast to the wind. He drew me even closer,his lips claiming mine in wild abandon as he withdrew and thrust over and over again,easing the pain,creating a whirlwind of hot wet need that surpassed the ache-both the physical and the emotional ache.
I moved with him. My body as slick as a greased pig,my blood on fire,my mind ruptured as faster and faster he stroked pushing me into a place I had never bin.
When I came I cried out in sheer joy.
For as long as the orgasm lasted,I was totally free from the pain of my loss. There were no thoughts. No haunting memories. Just this powerful wave of blankness. Alas! I had found my respite-or so I thought.
In all these time though,the tears never ceased and the void in my heart was never filled.
Still for a long time I craved that ‘feeling of freedom’.
I became hooked on it like an addict hooked on nicotine.
I needed to be ‘fixed’ on a regular.
And Yemi was to be the first of many.
*to be continued*
P.s: as usual all grammatical errors were intended.
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