Urggh! Please be done already! I am Tired of hearing these
pig-like grunts that come with each thrust. His gargantuan weight is killing me
and all I feel like doing is pushing him off and screaming at him to take his
bulky frame elsewhere. I sigh inside knowing that I cannot do that, his pocket
is way too deep and too bulky for me to muster the needed courage to tell him
all the nasty things I think of him and throw him out the door. I need his money and I need it real bad. So,
I suck up my irritation and moan profanities into his ears while I lift and
wiggle my waist like a hurricane till he spills
Boy! Melody was on a mission to wreck me! We bought five hundred
thousand naira worth of expensive girly stuff and I couldn’t complain because
Melody and I have gone through the gutter and back, she has stuck with me no
matter what, she is my cliched sister from another mother and she deserves
every bit of our purchase. I really just wish they did not cost so much. After taking selfies,
Long story short, my back stabbing
best friend Melody ratted me out to Phil and here I am on a forced date with Dr.
Phil. He is actually a doctor and he looks too fine for his own good. I am
almost certain his female patients fall ill on purpose just to see him. How did I meet
him? You ask. Well, I attended the University of Johannesburg while he attended
the School of medicine Pretoria. We met at a mutual friend’s birthday party in
JB and instantly had that “we are strangers in a foreign land” connection but
it soon went beyond that as we became friend’s and eventually started dating
and it was wonderful. I was head over ankles, toes and heels in love with him
and he was crazy about me. It was so bad; I couldn’t have a conversation
without talking about him half the time. He would pop in just to say hello,
lavished me with love and made me so happy, my friends were rotten with envy.
We were in love and everything was perfect. He was perfect. To me, He would
never and could never do anything to hurt me; he was my St. Phil, different
from all the rest. Hmmm… how wrong I was.
I am wearing a revealing cat suit and doing a strip tease for Tega. My mind keeps replaying the hungry look in Paul's eyes as I twisted and twirled on and around him two nights ago. Unlike Paul's, Tega's lust filled eyes do not stimulate my core.Tega notices.
“What’s the problem? You seem distracted today.”
“I’m okay Teg’s” I smile and lie on his large body.