Biyi

My hair was tangled and in a mess, I wonder why all instagram hair sellers are never truthful in their business ethic..
Here I was struggling to brush this hair even after spending over ninety thousand naira on it..
I cussed, huffed and puffed all the insults I could.. This was definitely my first and last purchase with this vendor, what kind of fuckery is this, I thought to myself… All the dancing about how the hair was the best and they had a lifetime guarantee… I was getting late for work, i packed the hair into a rough bun and left my house.
When I got to work, the Monday meeting had started and I was late. My BM looked at me with the “this is unacceptable” eye.
I didn’t flinch, I quietly sat down, i knew I was going to get a lecture later on about my lateness, all the more infuriating me.
Meeting was done in a bit and we all headed to our desks. “Ada wait behind” – I heard her say.. “oh my fucking gawd” – I exclaimed quietly, ten seconds away from throwing a fit.

I smiled and walked closer to her “you know this is unacceptable right, the memo for this meeting was sent on Friday so you had ample time” – she talked and i was silent

Repeating her words in my head on a loop, she was very routine and doesn’t waste time to give a lecture on company policy and regulations… I wonder sometimes if she was married to the owner.
I apologised and repeated my “lateness line” about how it would never happen again and I went to my desk…

There’s something about starting your day on a bad note, it sorta spills onto the remaining hours. I was passive aggressive, angry at no one in particular or maybe I was angry at the silly hair vendor… I silently planned on how I’d drag her on instagram streets… Don’t tell me a 90k hair will be used once and that’s the end.. I wasn’t expecting to use it for a lifetime but I definitely wasn’t expecting it to tangle on the first use.
I kept sulking as I worked “Haaa Ada nwannem, how are you doing” – Mr Okafor, an elderly man in his 60s greeted me. He was my friend because I helped him with every issue he was experiencing in the bank. “good afternoon sir” – I responded without smiling… “who vex my ada today” – He asked “no-one sir” – I replied, my lips parted in my fake smile. I was a bad pretender, never been good at it… If i was upset, you’d know, even though I was silent you’d know something was bothering me.

He got the message and quickly moved to my colleague
At about 1pm, it started raining heavily, the rain changed the ambience in the bank, i felt calmer as I heard the thunderous patter of the rain hitting the earth.
A man walked in, i could tell he was huge but i didn’t look up. “Hello” – He said to me “hi” – I said, raising my head to meet his eyes… Gosh he had a pretty face for a man, beards well trimmed, he smelled heavenly, i knew it was amouage perfume.. “please have a seat” – I beckoned to the seat in front of me. “please i have an issue with my account” – He started speaking, his voice like a drawl from the movies, I just wanted to hug him all 200kg of him. This guy was big, looked like he probably weighed a ton, but he was so cute and his voice was a turn on… I thought about just lying on his chest and forgetting about my day.. “OK how i can, how can can, sorry how can I help you” – I stuttered… His eyes fully focused on me, he seemed so confident, I just wanted to lay on him and have him make me feel safe. He was such a big poppa, a bear… I was already naming our 4th grandchild and imagining how he would protect from all of life troubles including bad hair days..

“I was told my name and date of birth on my Bvn does not match my records. I tried to open an account in a different bank and I was asked to go back to the bank where I did my BVN to rectify it”- He said, his eyes fixed on my face

I was melting slowly, the way he talked, the lacklustre attitude, his eyes, his big hands, i imagined it on my back, stroking me gently… I remembered how I would tell my friends, that I would take a well groomed, clean plus size man over any other type of man, there’s a certain softness they exhibit towards their women and I’ve seen it firsthand. I was tiny so I have always been attracted to big… Its science, I guess. “you’d need an affidavit and a government issued ID for us to effect the change, it will take about 4-5 days before the change is effected” – I said to him, bringing out my sexy voice I was calm, I spoke slower trying my best to be seductive but not let him know I was seducing him. “Yeaa, I was told at the bank, that I’d be needing those” – He said and he passed it to me.

I collected the affidavit and his passport from him, making sure my hands touched his, it was for a brief moment but it was voltaic

I gave him a form to fill while I stood up to make copies of his passport, my walk slow, making sure my hands touched his arm resting on my table as I walked past him, then apologising, i stood beside him, towering him, requesting for a passport photograph that I wouldn’t need, just so he could smell me too and even at that, i had never felt so small.. His skin gleamed, like he sprayed glitters before coming to the bank.

He passed a photo to me and smiled.. Gawd, my knees weakened, I walked towards the copier and i could swear on the rain he turned around to check me out.

I made copies and walked back to my desk, handing the passport back to him. I continued the rest of the process, deliberately slowing it, wondering how I could get his number.
Then he spoke to me. “So what’s your name” – He asked “Ada” “hmmm Ada, you are igbo? You don’t look it at all” –
I thought to myself “please don’t stop talking, you sexy man” “Well I am” – I replied “you look yoruba” – He continues “😂😂 Well I have been told that a lot” – I replied,smiling… He smiled back, we were quiet for a while. “OK I’m done, the change will be effected within 4 days” “Alright, thank you Ada” – He said and got up

My sadness returned, so that’s how I’ll loose this man now eh God?

He picked his passport up and said “errrmm Ada, I don’t know if this would upset you, but I’d like to see you again, can I maybe get your number”
My ovaries danced… My heart did a double backflip but on the outside, I smiled. “give me” – I said asking him to pass me his phone. He did and I gave him my number. “Thank you, when is a good time to call” – He said.
Anytime from 7pm is fine Adebiyi” – I told him, flashing my most sexiest smile

He smiled back and bade me farewell.

Throughout that day, biyi singlehandedly made me happy.. ********************* Biyi called me at 7 on the dot, paid me a lot of compliment about my nails, my hair my shoes, things I didn’t even know he paid attention to… We talked for almost 12days before we agreed to meet on a Saturday. Biyi was a perfect gentleman, he talked with so much wisdom, so much courtesy, his ethos was undeniably grounded and humble.

I found him extremely appealing, he would tell me how he would kiss me and have me sit on his face… His voice on the phone “Hello my lady” – always drew a dew from my pudenda. I knew his gonad would be small, but i didn’t mind… A big dick was never proof of good sex.

Saturday couldn’t come any sooner, Biyi had arranged for us to go restaurant hopping and then binge drink all night like crazy people. We had a shared love for food and we thought it would be a fun way to spend our first date.. Biyi picked me up from home by 10am and we had a couple of croissant and coffee from a cafe in Victoria Island, then some chicken biryani rice at a different restaurant, while we ate, we talked about our restaurant experiences, life scapades and exes.. I kept mine to the official “I’ve only had 2 exes” one of which included chief Coker… I liked him and I wasn’t ready to spoil whatever it was that was ongoing for the both of us.

We ate like we hadn’t eaten in 10years, jambalaya at a different restaurant, keeping our portions small because we knew we had a shit ton of drinking to do at night.

Soon it was 5pm and we headed out to a pub. Biyi ordered a bottle of champagne for the both of us, i was already feeling full so i took just a glass, drinking slowly, intermittently resting my head on his arms… In my head, “Ohhh this Nigga gon learn today!” I was letting him know in no small words that I’d be fucking him after this was over.

I rubbed on his arms, sniffed his neck, the alcohol taking effect slowly… I got up, walked past him and started to dance, the other customers looking at the both of us… I knew they were probably wondering
how strong I was, to be fucking someone 25 times my size, I saw some of them sneering trying their best not to point fingers… But i didn’t care… If they were going to talk about us, i might as well make it worth their time, i turned around, my ass in biyi’s face, twerking, i grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass… We were both laughing hysterically.. We were full, we were happy and we didn’t care… This was love, i knew no other definitions for it… It was hands down the best date I had been on… We had too many things in common and that made our chemistry very strong…

The night slowed, we decided it was time to retire, biyi was tipsy.. He had ordered another bottle of champagne even though i told him I wouldn’t be drinking. He drank half of that alone, I collected the car keys from him and drove us to his place all the time laughing at him as his words slurred… When we got to to his house, he went to the bathroom and had a shower, occasionally yelling that I should turn the music… The alcohol made him feel i couldn’t hear him… I laughed, it was a funny sight… I took off my clothes and joined in the bathroom, ignoring the O that formed in his lips…. He was staring at my boobs, trying to concentrate.. He held his hand in front of him together, i smiled, he was trying to fight the urge to touch me… I didn’t encourage him. “excuse” – I said, moving towards the wall, so i could squeeze some soap from the soap dispenser… He was numb, his eyes expressing his lust.. I looked at his dick, it was hard, and exactly the size I imagined but I knew deep down this was going to be the best sex I ever had.. He leaned on the wall, watching me lather myself, my hands moving in circles around my boobs, tracing imaginary lines down to my pussy, my eyes fixated on his… I turned around, rubbing my ass with my palm, the warm water drizzling down my skin, covering the bathroom mirrors in a fog.
I rinsed my skin and applied more soap.
Then he touched me, my hair first, the “all back” braids I had under my wig that made me look 16. He drew his lines around the corn rows, his left hand gently caressing my breast.. He let out a soft moan as his hand touched my breast.. “Ohhh” – his dick fully erect.
He brought his right hand down and touched my second boob, squishing both of them together.
I stood on my tippytoes and kissed him, slowly, sucking his lips, letting my tongue ravage his mouth

We moaned “aaahhh, ohhh,Hmmmm, ahhhhh,” our lips carrying forth our desires into each other’s bodies. “Ohh gawd Ada, I love your lips” – He moaned… I continued kissing him letting the water from the shower head rinse the both.

Soon we were done showering, we came out of the shower, dried our bodies and walked to his bedroom. Me in front of him, my waist rolling seductively, my hands stretched out behind me to him dragging him to bed… He seemed a little shy, body conscious, vulnerable and that made him very appealing… I pushed him on the bed, but he quickly got up and went to his wardrobe to get some condoms, he put them close to the bed as he laid back down. I sat astride him, looking at him like he was the best thing since jollof rice… He grabbed me towards him kissing me, while he rubbed on my back… His arms were strong, I was pinned to him.
I loved it, i wanted to live there, it felt like home.. He stroked my back gently, i thought he was afraid, going any faster would probably break me.. I smiled to myself. We kissed for a while, my pussy dripping wetness on his stomach.
We would occasionally stop and stare into each other’s eyes reveling in this want we feel. “wear a condom” – I said, i dont know how to wear it

Biyi quickly put one and i slowly allowed his dick go inside my pussy.
He propped his head up and kissed me as I rode him, I moaned “Ohhh fuckkk, yessso, dearrrr gawddd, fucking hell, ohhh my gosh, ohhh fuckkk, yeaaa a yeaaa, yessss, you like how I’m riding this dick” the pleasure felt great, his hands gently stroking my back, comforting me. His soft lips sending volts of passion to my brain, my boobs pressed against his skin. Biyi bent forward, grabbing my left nipple in his mouth, “Ohhh fucckkkkkk, ohhh gawdddd” I was grinding on him, taking that dick like it was food.. He sucked on my nipple, occasionally licking the entire boob, switch to right, then back to left… Ohh Gosh fucckkkkkk, yeaaaaa, ohhh daddy, ohhh daddy, ohhh fucckkkkkk, ohhh baby, don’t stop sucking on it, don’t stop”

I moaned, letting my ass go up and down his dick.

It was like walking on air

I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, so i propped myself up, placed my hands on his chest and started to ride him fast
He was moaning loudly now
“yeaaaaa, fuck it, fuck that dick, that’s my girl”
I fucked him, grinding my clit against his stomach, enjoying the feel it gave me.

I was going very fast, grinding back and forth, my ass bouncing up and down his rubber coated sugar dick.
We were both moaning.. “haaaa, fuccxkkkk, fuck me baby fuck me harder, Ohh you are so sweet, you are so fucking sweet.
Our lips intertwined in beauty,lust,desire, want.. Biyi stopped me, he seemed uncomfortable. He got up, bent me over in a doggy, i arched my back, so his dick could hit the spot i like, spreading my ass apart with my hands.
He went in, fucking me slowly at first, so i threw my ass back to meet his thrusts, taking his dick in a slow whine, dancing to an imaginary music in my head, then biyi increased his pace, fucking me fast and hard, slowing down to fuck the sides of my pussy and then increasing his pace again.. The next I heard was Oh my God and I was bathed in a vomit of champagne, chicken biryani and fish.. Biyi had thrown up on me, he got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom but he kept throwing up as he moved… I couldn’t move, I was perplexed “What the fuck, what the fucking fuck!!” I thought to myself… I knew this guy would probably be dying of embarrassment and this was where my emotional intelligence came to play.
I got down from the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower rinsing myself off the vomit… Doing my very best not to show my disgust. I asked him of he was fine, asked him to come to the shower and let the water run on him.
I grabbed a mop and bucket from the bathroom and went to work, removed the sheets, pillow cases and took them to the bathroom. I used one of the pillowcases to clean the bed thoroughly with soap and water, then i cleaned the floor.

Biyi was still in the bathroom, probably praying that God to open the ground so he can sink into it. 😂😂 I cleaned the room and put on fresh sheets then went to the bathroom to practically drag him out. He couldn’t look at me, i was more concerned about his health.

He laid on the bed, while I cleaned the bathroom and washed the sheets.
I laughed a little while I was washing the sheet… “Ada Ada, you have experience for daysss 😂😂” I wore my dress, took the sheets out to dry and came back to shower.
I laid beside him, gently stroking his back till morning… Biyi refused to see me after that day and really I do not blame him. It didn’t matter how much I told him it didn’t matter… We had such a good time and that was such a minor incident. Apparently his ego was bigger than any chemistry I felt we had… I would admit, I did feel heart broken…. 😒😒😒