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Warning: this series has some “adultified” contents; just a teeny weeny bit or maybe more than just a tiny bit. Reader’s discretion advised (Lol, it feels good to write this 🙂 )
I was boiling inside. The fire in me was hot enough to bake bread for a whole street to eat. I tried so hard to stop my hand from picking the empty wine bottle laying idle close to me but before I knew it, tiny shards of glasses mixed with his blood was flying everywhere.
“Arrrrrgggh. Damn you, bitch”, he screamed with all the pain he was feeling and strength he could muster. I could see him struggling through the red liquid that wanted to drown his face but I was far from caring, I was a woman scorned, burnt and charred by the fire of selfishness he would not stop stoking; no matter how much I had complained in the past.
“I’m a bitch, yeah, that’s what years of sticking with your sorry ass turned me into. Gosh. I must have been a big fool for putting up with you and hoping you will change”
I kicked his leg and he screamed out in pain. I knew I should call one of his friends to drive him to the hospital so that his head could be treated but I was so furious, I could only think of doing terribly mean and wicked things to him.
“Keep your mouth shut, you scumbag. Do you know how painful it is to be in a relationship with you, do you? Damn it. I will allow you fuck almost all the holes in my body, when you please and how you please. I cook your meals, do your laundry, buy you every damn thing you need and yet, you will still sleep around and spend my hard earned cash on girls too young to be doing the nasty things they do with you”
I kicked him again and went to pick the half empty bottle of vodka I had left in my fridge. I did not even bother with a cup, I gulped the sparking liquid, welcoming the burning sensation in my throat and chest. I moved to him and poured what was remaining in the bottle on his head. His voice filled the whole room and I felt strangely good with what I was doing to him. The pain I was inflicting on him could not match the trauma I had gone through in his hands but it felt good to know I had the balls to finally switch the tables around.
“Baby, please, stop this madness, please. I am dying here”, he said through clenched teeth, his voice was thick with pain.
“Madness? You call this madness? That must be sarcasm. Madness is when you beat me to pulp for serving the food I prepared with my money cold. Madness is when you hit me because I refused to give you the money I worked hard for. Madness is when you come home late with a girl’s cheap perfume reeking all over body and then you accuse me of cheating on you. Madness is what I permitted you to do with my body, emotions and money. Madness is having the opportunity to end your life right now and still stalling. You want to more about madness, ehn?
“Please, babes, I am sorry. I am so sorry but can you just get me to a hospital, I am in so much pains, please. I beg of you, please”
“Oh. Now you know how to beg? Now you can say you’re sorry? Well, I am sorry for wasting four years of my life with you. I will help you, that’s if you can stand up. You will take the keys to the car I bought for you and drive yourself to the hospital. That way I’ll pray you drive into a very big truck, so it can crush you to death”
I dropped the key beside him and went to my room. I picked my phone and called one of his friends that was always at his beck and call to come and drive him to a hospital. I knew he was too weak to drive. Even if he could, he would kill himself driving in that state. I should allow him to die for all the pain he had caused me but a part of me still loved him too much to see him dead. I sighed heavily and went to pick a stick of cigarette from a pack I had hidden in my drawer. I lit it with shaky hands, cursing him for making pick up an old habit I thought I would never go back to.
I smiled at his vivid description of the nasty things he was going to do to me when we finally meet. He talked about how he would use his tongue to “fuck my pussy” till I was too turned on to feel my legs, how he was going to shake my world with his dick and how he was going to bring fifty shades of pure sexual bliss to me. He would hold nothing back while telling me those nasty things and that made very eager to meet with him, to say I had started sexting him just because I was bored one night and sleep decided to desert me. Before then, he was almost a ghost contact that only pinged to tell me he loved my dp or make my pm made sense. How he got to be on by contact list, I was not even sure but after that night things changed between us. We talked about everything and in weeks, we had become so close I could predict some of his replies. For the first time, I was not concerned about his looks or if he was good enough to be with me. As the only child of a pastor with one of the biggest churches in the nations and many branches scattered overseas, I always made it a point to only to go out with men that would make my father happy when he reads about it in the dailies or on gossip blogs that always seemed to know what I was up to. Those men in suits with respectable jobs and fancy houses and cars made my father happy but what made me happy were men that knew how to please me, still i loved men so fine and hot, they make the sun jealous. That fact about me had managed to stay hidden from the hungry ears of the press.
I loved hardcore sex. Sex with whips and chains, handcuffs, vibrators, arousal gel, kegel balls, butt plugs, lickable massage candles, double stroker, blindfolds, flavored massage oils and so on. Cuff me to your bed and bang me till I am breathless, that’s the kind of sex I enjoyed. Most of the guys I officially dated would not know that about me. In fact, most of them thought I was an innocent virgin. Those guys would not even do more than hug me and why should they when all I did with them was pray and tell them how horrible it was to allow our body be defiled by sexual immoralities. With the media, my father and this guys, I was good girl that could not hurt a fly but behind closed doors with my toy boys, I was an insatiable wanton and I paid them handsomely to keep their mouth shut. So, with my new sexter, I was planning to recruit him as my sex-mate.
The night we were to see, I made sure I wore my best lingerie and packed my best toys. He had promised me 50 shades of sexual pleasure and I wanted to give him just as much too but I was disappointed. He was all talks and no action. He kissed me for some minutes and then, started groping for my pants. After some minutes, he was panting hard and was saying nonsense about how sweet I was. Sweet? All those anticipations for 3 minutes of rubbish? I got up from the bed and adjusted my clothes. I stormed out of the house to my car in anger. I was horny and very frustrated. I was still seething with anger when phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and saw it was one of my favourite friends with benefits; Tade. I picked the call and was super excited when he told me to come over to his place. A bad night was suddenly turning out to be interesting and as predicted, it was so much fun and more than I expected because I got double of the package.
I was on my way home when my phone vibrated. It was a message from an anonymous number telling me to open a video. Thinking it was one of my crazy friends being mischievous, I opened the video with a big smile but that smile was wiped away by the content of the video.
I kept on driving around in circles, not sure where to go to. I did not want to go home because I was not in the mood for my mother’s scathing tongue and Opeyemi’s place definitely a no-no. After I ran out of his house in the morning without explaining to him why I did not marry him, he had called my phones, sent me numerous messages and still took twitter and Facebook for me to just say something to him. Some of his friends had also joined in the campaign to get me to talk till I could not bear it anymore and turned my phones off. It was killing me to not talk to him but I needed to be alone to sort my emotions through. I need to think about how best to let Opeyemi go without hurting him too much. I needed to sort the turmoil in my head threatening to suck out my sanity. I sighed heavily and packed my car in front of a bar. I wanted to just sit in my car and cry but something I could not explain made me enter the bar. Maybe it was fate, maybe life was handing me another opportunity to be happy again but that night at the bar changed my life forever.
Written by Dako. A. Temitope