Hey everyone. Before we get to todays post, just one more reminder about voting for us and all your other favourite blogs at the Nigerian Blog Awards. Ok, so todays post is another classic ‘wet Fridays’ piece in my opinion. I really need you guys to understand that this category isn’t only about the tease but the underlying topics in the posts and more importantly, the conversations after. Today I’d like to introduce a young closet writer who really surprised me with this piece. Here’s her twitter handle @Sabirah0. Please show her some love.
We’ve been broken up for over a year now. I like my single life. I’m busy.
Every other week though he comes.
Because I need him to need me; when he is inside me, he needs me, wants me… and I am powerful
As I open the door for him I can already feel it, tension, burning desire, greed
But as always, we pretend, I cook him dinner, we eat, watch some mindless TV.
This only lasts for about 20mins, and he goes straight for the kill
He hasn’t touched me but what he is about to do is driving me crazy.
He teases The Beast, gently stroking then retreating, and again, stroke-retreat, stroke retreat.
The Beast has woken up, yes the beast – don’t ask
And I’m beginning to oooh oooh… and then he stops
Silent prayer in my head Dear God please this time
The first thrust is always the sweetest, slow rhythm, and ooohh yess
Maybe penetration will work for the beast today? I doubt it
Second prayer, please God just a little one
He is inside me, every thrust more wanting than the last. He needs me…
He flips me over, now the pounding is aggressive, his left arm gripping my right shoulder
I can feel him, deep in my gut… I’m beginning to loose hope, it’s not going to be today
He flips me back on my back, we always finish off missionary, its heavy, loaded, selfish… at this point I’ve given up
He collapses with a shudder on top of me, Still enveloped by my warmness… see how much he needs me?
I excuse myself. Finish off in the bathroom…
Its always been easier for me to make her come … I don’t mind it really
I understand my own body… maybe I’ll teach you one day but till then…
The beast has been tamed
I don’t need him, he needs me
This short piece has many talking points. From the sexual dependence on an ex to sexual frustration… denial… Okafors law… etc. It could go off on so many tangents and today I’ve chosen to leave it to you guys. Have a go at it. What’s your take on the girl painted in the writeup? Use the comment box and speak your mind. Cheers