Like play like play, we finish business with Alhaji, collected our pay and left to chill out at Midas Xquisite Lounge on Allen road.
We had left earlier and didn’t wait for the other two girls who were still rocking the bed with Alhaji’s close friend. They knew the rendezvous point…and so we waited for them to catch up with us.
In the mean time we let our hairs down seriously laughing at all the stunts we had to pull to satisfy Alhaji. It was like we were training for an Olympic Gold medal in gymnastics.
Just then, Sandra and Efua walked in with long faces. They slumped in the chair like frustrated women.
‘What’s wrong, what happened with Alhaji’s friend..?’ My first thought was that they were not paid. Oh boy!!! I was ready to throw caution to the wind. Alhaji would have gotten the full meaning of Shakespeare’s words ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.
After two minutes of that drama, they started laughing like goats. These girls laughed uncontrollably. Their laugh was so contagious that we joined them…as we felt that Alhaji’s friend must have ridden them well and they were laughing at all they had to do. We joined in the laughter, as we also had our own experience to share.
I told Sandra of how Alhaji ran us dry, he kept on asking for more…of how we did superman stunts on the bed with him.
That was when Sandra told us of their own experience. She tantalized our ears with their jumping up and down with Alhaji’s friend. She said as they got into the room, he immediately started doing interesting things….
Hmmmm!!! We all opened our big ears to hear gist.
According to her; he showed his skill in foreplay as he perfectly used his hands well, moving from Lagos to Abuja to Calabar.
We all listened intently to this beautiful description of mastery and perfect execution of sexual stimulation.
She talked about how he kissed; that he gave deep, wicked kisses…those kinds that could make you continually lick your lips for days. This man wasn’t scared to use his tongue. In fact, he made sure he licked us like lollipop. He gave us nicknames, calling me Vanilla and Efua, Strawberry. We felt like we had taken our baths after the whole tongue experience.
At this point, Efua added that he was really good using his tongue down there. That he knew the exact spots to hit.
Sandra told us of how he worshiped their bodies. Made them feel like goddesses. How he caressed and adored them like nymphs. How he made them feel like women and not sexual play dolls.
In my mind, I was already imagining how glorious sex would be with this man. He turned it from sex to love making. He was different from the typical African man who would ask for a ‘head’ and refuse to give one in return. Beautiful…I was beginning to wish I had gone there instead of sending Sandra.
That was when Sandra hit us with the shocker of life.
As the whole roforofo was going on, it was time to get down to the main thing. In the process of the whole foreplay thing, he had been wearing a short boxer all through. We then removed the boxer so we could get down to business….oh!!! Boy, what we saw down there nearly killed us.
His machine gun…hmmmm…his machine gun ooo…hmmmm…his machine gun oooo.
DISAPPOINTMENT…
It was the size of a Vicks Inhaler. Taaa!!! It was so unbelievably small, I had to look up at his face again to see if it was not a 12year old boy we were sexually molesting.
The most irritating thing was that this man had already so much poured out that whitish stuff, that it looked like he urinated on his body.
Oh..boy, na so we carry our two left legs commot for there ooo, before dem arrest us for child abuse. (But not before collecting full payment from the very embarrassed young man). **Tongue Out**
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