Omozele

Episode 9

I flashed my best rueful smile and said “sorry ladies, missed my way” but they didn’t look amused. I saw that they were both looking at my J0yst!ck that was still threatening to tear my zip – they must have thought I was a pervert. I shuffled out of the room quickly with your wet p@anties hidden in my hand. I thought of going to the male toilet to take a quick W@nk but felt the best homage to this piece of intimate clothing could only be done in the privacy of one’s home. I rushed to my car not bothering to think whether the bill for our drinks had been paid.

As I made my way through Mobolaji Bank Anthony way, puffing heavily on my cigarette, with your p@anties lying on the chair beside me, I couldn’t help sniffing my palm just to get your animal scent inside me through my nostrils. Between La Mango and my place around Allen, I managed to smoke two sticks despite the roads been free.

Finally, I was alone in my sitting room – alone with your p@anties. I stepped out of my trousers and boxers in one swoop, your p@anties were wet, very wet I wondered if you had Pour inside them. I put it to my nose and inhale the heady erotic smell of your sx – your slutty sx, my left hand did that while my right hand grabbed my J0yst!ck and stroked. I want so much to be inside you so I went into the room and got the baby oil I use for my hair, I want to feel the slick softness of my palms in place of your mouth or your K!ttyC@t. I imagine you rubbing your K!ttyC@t with your flared skirt bunched up around your waist, I imagine your fingers going in and out “Omo” I softly whisper your name and I imagine you m0an!ng “TJ FK me” with your eyes half-closed. I’m standing up stroking my J0yst!ck now and my fingers stroke faster and faster – I remove your p@anties from my nose and rub it over the head of my J0yst!ck – they feel so good around it, I pause for a moment to delay my Pour, my J0yst!ck protests with a consistent nod, my pr£cuum seeps out and I wish you were here to lick it off, I can’t help but grab my J0yst!ck at the base again, rubbing your p@anties over my sensitive Tips, back to my nose, licking the spot I believe has hugged your K!ttyC@t all day, the smell is overpowering – your smell, the smell of a B*h that needs to be used and used as a fu-Cktoy.

I can’t hold back anymore – the first spurts catches me unawares and shoots straight ahead over one feet away, I hold your p@anties against the large head of my J0yst!ck as I softly call your name over and over again “You’re such a Slt Omooooo, you’ve made me Pour Omooooo…eat my Pour you B**h….take it….”.

I stand satisfied. Squeezing my J0yst!ck for every last bit of Pour onto your now stained p@anties.

I was relieved for the moment that day but I still wanted so much to F*K you Omo. Remember the text I sent you that day? If was some minutes after I released my Pour into your p@anties. “Thanks” I’d text, but my appreciation was greater than that. I expected your reply and checked my phone every other minute but nothing. So I took the time to fix myself some food and think about how my Tuesday had played out – much better than I had expected. I thought about all I had told you and wondered about your sexuality question – wasn’t Yusuf Bleeping you enough or wasn’t he Bleeping you well enough? I thought about all I had said to you and how it had made you wet…I chuckled to myself…you’re such a Slt Omoze. Because you were not mine and would probably never be mine in law, I decided I was going to push you to a mental and physical edge that you would never be able to forget.

I was about eating the eba I had made when you called:

“Hello Omoze…”

“Sorry TJ” You replied in that sxy* out of breath voice again “He came to join me at designer’s place and I’m driving behind him now to meet one of his uncles”.

“Oh ok, that’s fine”.

We both paused.

“Thanks for the gift” I chuckled

“Naughty guy. What did you do with it?”

“Well, I accepted it as your token of submission to me. Are you really sure you want to be my Sl*t?”

“Yes Tunji, I am sure. I want you to use me until two weeks to my wedding. I want to be F*ed by you because I feel I won’t ever have a chance to FK another man after I am married.”

My J0yst!ck was growing hard again…

“Erm..Ok.” I responded and we were both quiet again.

“Tell me you’re not driving around Lagos without p@anties Omoze..” I asked as it hit me

“Actually, yes, I am, TJ. It’s this freedom of being a Sl*t that I want, even if for a few weeks. Nobody will know it but you will know.”