Bald head,5’8, slim kelvin, we met at the bank.
He was behind me and was talking to someone on the phone, laughing hysterically like a mad person.
I turned around to look at him, subtly letting this nigga know like “damn you are loud”, when my eyes met his, he blew me a kiss… I immediately took my eyes away, blushing at what just happened, when he said “You are really beautiful, I wanted to see what you look like” to which i responded over my shoulder “and did i impress you?” He laughed, a deep hearty laugh… That’s the thing about kelvin, when he was happy, he was really happy,
I finished my transaction and headed downstairs to the exit, I heard kelvin whisper “please wait for me” but I wasn’t going to. I was just about to get on a motorcycle popularly known as Okada when I saw him get on a bike. “wait, wait” – he said, running toward me, “were you going to leave just like that?” – He asked… “Yes of course, why would i hang around the bank” – I retorted. “can I have your number” – he asked. I shook my head to signify no, he pleaded and I ended up giving him my Blackberry messenger pin. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with giving a total stranger my phone.
Before I got home, Kelvin had sent me a request on blackberry messenger. I didn’t immediately accept, I waited a few days, it was of those naive things we were told as girls, “if you make a man wait, he will appreciate you more”… Well that didn’t work out grandma!
When I eventually accepted his request, kelvin would write me every day, doing his best to get my attention but sincerely at that time, I was over relationships, they seemed like a waste of time… I have always felt that way, dating someone for years only causes unnecessary rift and at the end, in most cases, you are marrying the person out of pity (because you have been together for so long) and not for love. Many Nigerian marriages are built on this foundation. 6 months to 1 year is enough time to date and marry… Long term relationships only put you in an uncomfortable situation
The more he wrote, the more I ignored. I was not doing it out of spite but I got tired, too quickly of the whole dating scene, Relationships at that time were overrated.
Kelvin didn’t back down, he would invite me out on dates et al because we lived close to each other but I declined every of his advances.
One day I was bored and decided I just wanted to fuck so I wrote kelvin, requesting for his number, he was surprised and he quickly gave it to me.
When I called him, he was elated, you could tell from his hearty laugh, told me he was travelling that night and that I would have missed him. I wasn’t really in for the small talk so I asked him to send his address and that I was leaving my house and heading to his town.
He goes “wow, where are the cameras, today must be my lucky day”. I laughed and ended the call, threw on an easy dress and made my way to his apartment. The address came in swiftly by the way.
When I got to his house,it was a modest apartment, he lived alone in a house that seemed too big for him.
When I got in, he offered me a drink, and asked if I would like some cake he had in the fridge, I said yes… So we drank and had cake together. “madam Ada, you finally replied me today, I would write you constantly but you won’t reply me until after 5 days” – he said as he burst out laughing. I just laughed too, because I really didn’t have a response for that.
After about an hour, we were sitting on his front porch, he had a roll of w**d and he started smoking, occasionally passing it to him for a quick drag.
In no short while, I was holding his hand and dragging him to his bedroom, pushed him against the wall and kissed him, my lips wet against him, i could see him closing his eyes, taking in my quintessence, love struck, fiery blazing passion engulfed the both of us, his want fueled mine and the lust seeped from every pore of our skin.
Our tongues locked, hands grabbed, bodies pressed, souls twined while ardor rained all around us.
Kelvin carried me (then I wasn’t this fat), placed me on the bed and liked my pussy (thinking back now he was an amateur, and not this isn’t shade) but passion can make everything seem intense.
He liked my clit a lot, interchanging with kisses on the mound of flesh above my pussy, then some soft kisses on my stomach, up to my breasts as he sucked 1 after the other.. Everything felt good, when he finally wore a condom to fuck me, it felt better… His dick gently went inside me, the strokes gentle, before gradually picking up a tempo, kisses felt like they were pasted on my body by a soft silk cloth.
Kelvin fucked me like I would be gone till November, every stroke came with a soft nipple squeeze, every time he thrust into me, he would kiss me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.
We had sex 3 times before the evening was up and i went home while he left for the airport
When kelvin had boarded, he called me and asked me to be his girlfriend, told me he thinks he’s in love with me and he doesn’t want to loose me, he wants an “in” in my life and he does not want me to ignore him again.
I agreed.
The sex was not half bad and I had no one in my life at the time. Throughout his three weeks stay abroad, Kelvin called me all the time, he kept in touch and when he finally returned, I was at the airport with a cake waiting to pick him up.
When we got home, he couldn’t wait to have me and my pleas about being on my period fell on deaf ears, this guy wore a condom and fucked me twice before going to take a shower. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, although I was uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed (& of course disgusted) that he would see the blood, kelvin didn’t mind… And so our relationship blossomed for a couple of months until he got tired of me, the fire burned out and he started acting weird, didn’t like my surprise visits anymore and one day after we had a fight, he told me we were done.
Two weeks later, some new girl was on his display picture on blackberry messenger … This was someone who I had to ask to post my picture on my birthday and when he eventually did after a lot of talk.
The caption was “Happy birthday madam Ada”, no sweet words, you would have thought I was his boss or his sister. What kind of person wishes their girlfriend happy birthday by saying “Happy birthday madam Ada”
Men are what?
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