Sometimes life can get boring. Probably because one has settled into a routine that has become monotonous and mundane. So you ask yourself: Is this all there is to life? Surely there has to be more.
The reality is that life responds to you. If you seek more, it gives you more. If you remain where you are, comfortable in your cocoon, life is happy to be whatever you want it to be. But trust me, when you begin to seek more and make moves for more, life makes room for you.
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So stop waiting. Nothing happens in the waiting room. Step out and be all you want. There’s room enough for everyone.
This was the discussion I was having that beautiful morning on my way to work. I recently got a gist partner for my ride to and from work. A young man who recently moved to my estate. He is a serving National Youth Service Corps member working in one of the foremost advertising firms in Lagos that happens to be close to my office. So he rides with me in the mornings and evenings.
I was quite taken with this young man because he is really intelligent and mature. I guess it’s true what they say that age is nothing but a number. In truth, he has made the Lagos traffic madness a lot easier to bear these past few months.
He told me of his passion for cooking and how he would love to own his restaurant someday. He didn’t intend to dish out regular meals though. He had a plan for exotic meals only, which will only be on an order basis.
This guy intrigued me. I love people who can think outside the box and who are not interested in the regular. Anyway, he promised to come and cook one of his delicacies for me that weekend. We went shopping on Friday on the way home after work. We got some desserts as well. I was looking forward to this rendezvous.
I didn’t have to wait long because I heard my doorbell ring at noon the next day. I opened the door to see Rotimi smiling. He had in his hands a small box and a carrier bag. He handed the box of chocolates to me. I almost blushed. It was so sweet and thoughtful of him. I must have mentioned in one of our conversations that I’m an ardent lover of chocolates.
Anyway we started the day with a bottle of wine, sipping and gisting while he cooked. I must confess there was something about the way he went about doing his thing that I found totally enticing. He had lovely a lovely smile and his eyes were dreamy. He caught me staring a few times and smiled.
While we were waiting for the delicacy to be ready, I refilled his glass of wine. He took it from me and put it on the table. Then he came to me, lifted my chin with his hand and kissed me softly on the lips.
Wow! I wasn’t expecting that, but it felt really good. In my mind I thought: I love the boldness of that! A guy who’s not afraid to take what he wants, age notwithstanding. Hmm…. It promises to be an exciting afternoon.
Lunch was delicious. Indeed he could cook. Afterward, we started to gist about life generally. He talked about not believing in certain stereotypes and all I could do was look at him totally in awe of this young man who seemed way beyond his years.
He said something funny and I laughed. He looked at me but I couldn’t hold his gaze for long for fear that he may see what I didn’t want him to see. He leaned close and kissed me again. This time more deeply. I found myself kissing him back. It was like I had never been kissed before. My body responded in ways that surprised me. He held me down and kissed my neck and my ears. Taking the lead, he unbuttoned my dress and kissed my breast. “You are beautiful,” he said. He sucked on my boobs as I held his head and tickled his ears. He shivered.
I felt his erection and pulled down his pants. His dick was hard and long. I stroked it: Up and down, up and down. He moaned. I wanted him. He wanted me. There was no point denying it. With my dress on the floor, I sat on him and started to grind on his super-hard dick. He had both my boobs before him. He grabbed them together and squeezed gently even as I continued to grind.
“I want you baby,” he said. I wanted him too. So I put his dick in my already wet pussy. This guy grabbed my butt cheeks and fucked me. I bounced on the dick, taking in the whole thing as my cream dripped. We were both panting and moaning, fucking like two horny dogs.
I have not been drilled this well in a while. He laid me down and raised both my legs high. Then he penetrated me, thrusting hard and deep. It felt so good I thought I was going to cry.
He sucked on my toes as he fucked me and I moaned even louder. At this point, I had cum twice already and I was on my way to number three. “Come for daddy,” he moaned as he looked me straight in the eyes. I had no choice I came. Squirting all over the place. “That’s my girl, now daddy’s going to cum,” he said as he came with a loud groan. I felt his warm cum in me.
We collapsed on the couch and dozed off for about 20 minutes. That was the sweetest fuck this month and it was not going to be a one-off.
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