Meeting POINT 31

What  a story!

Dear Stella, this is a story of how I met my woman; I will try not to spare any detail since I discovered that your blog visitors like raunchy and explicit stories; I am a guy by the way.

I met Cee during our youth service in one of the south-south states of Nigeria. She was the mama of NCCF (ex-corpers can relate).

I was not close to her; I never wanted to date any corper nor wished to have a relationship with any of the females. I introduced games for the guys like running, football, draft, chess and other stuffs that made guys happy.

During one of the rural rugged that took place in my PPA, I got slightly close to Cee cos I helped her cook the meals, fetch water and run errands cos other corpers were forming tired. Fast forward to the end of NYSC; we all departed; Cee to Kaduna and myself to Lagos, that was in June. November, we connected via facebook and started chatting; I never knew she was eyeing me all the while and I was not in any serious stuff cos I was trying to survive.


I flirted with her and she responded; told me she had all along wanted me for herself, I was thrilled and like Kelvin started thinking of the bwesst I will press and otele I will lash so I started s3xtexting her and she responded; I asked for nude pics and she sent and I sent mine too; she became my nude slave cos I can tell her to quickly send her nudes even when she was cooking and she quickly did.

January, she lost her job and I told her to move to Lagos but it was not easy cos she lived with her parents but by March, we devised a plan and she came down to Lagos; I was wowed cos of all the endowments I was going to drill and suck and press, lol.

Everyday we did the do; in the kitchen, bathroom, in fact even when my brother was around; we were like animals on heat; she could suck and moan for Africa, in fact the best night we had was when I bought her a new phone; she gave me the double portion.

She wanted marriage but I was still struggling and could not think of bringing a baby so I told her to hold on; she got a job in Owerri and left so I continued with my life and met other chicks too but I still visited her twice a year till last year June when she told me she has accepted another man that was my name sake; I was sad but I wished her well and moved on; she got wedded on my birthday this year.


The Okafor's law is very real but I stopped after I was warned in the dream to stay off her case; even when she was about 7 months gone, she wanted to give me the cookie but I ran cos of the dream.


Now my own wedding is next month and she encouraged me to marry my fiancee but she keeps telling me it could have been us.

This is my story; I hope I did not bore una like Reuben Aba-something.
Bashing is allowed cos I don't have a handle.
Shout out to mama nnuku with her squats; Idiato and her bus, Mrs Roman and her grammar, Kelvin and his pressing games; villager and his yarns and to all men and women of good will.

Peace be unto una all.

Yours,
Jay

*Mouth hanging loose and eyes wide open*