MY LAGOS TRIP
I always spend my work leave outside the town where I work. The reason isn’t farfetched.
I want to meet men of sound minds who I can have a sound conversation with.
Men that have self respect.
It’s not a hidden fact to me that I am sexually attracted to such men. Men with class. This is why I always prefer Lagos, Abuja and Portharcourt in that order.
But on this particular time, it was Lagos.
I have already been on social media contacts with some men I met on a dating site . I was excited. It’s going to be a month packed with fun. I was hoping that one of these men will find me attractive enough to start a relationship . I’ve always wanted a relationship.
I was staying at my friends at Oshodi, if you know Oshodi well, you will agree with me that it is the centre of Lagos . you can get a bus to anywhere (including Ghana) in Lagos from Oshodi. Nothing was going to stop me from having full blast fun.
Reality hit me when I arrived Lagos. I started making contacts, trying to fix dates,...... I was tough. Lagos people are so busy. First and second week passed, I couldn’t meet any of them. My friend works on the island, leaves home before I wake up from sleep and returns when I’ve already slept.
My holiday was becoming boring. I was horny as fuck too. My hand job wasn’t giving me the satisfaction craved . I was craving a man’s touch, a man’s scent, a man’s warmth. It was driving me crazy.
On this particular day, I decided to stroll around. While on it, I got call. I decided to use the shelter offered by a local block industry to hide from the blazing sun as well as to find some quiet spot away from the noisy busy road .
I was on the call when I noticed this half naked man. Asides his solid muscled body, his groin area which was heavily bulked up was so visible that it was impossible to not notice.
He was what oyibos will call a hunk. He was shinning with his own sweat. I couldn’t take my eyes off his body (and the hefty package he carried) . He should be in his mid 40s.
After i had gone off the call, i quickly exchanged greetings with him and offered him a cold bottle water (unopened) which i bought for my strolling.
He accepted and thanked me so much. Turned out he was Igbo so we began chatting in our dialect.
Though several wicked and nasty thoughts kept stirring in my head, i knew that the reality of going to jail for 14 years if anything goes wrong was more of a reality than my wild sexual imagination.
Heck no! Ii wasn't going to let the devil try his village people on my head. But that didn’t stop me from having a plan for this demigod. I left with the promise that I will come around the next day.
I didn’t go again until after 2 days (which i did on purpose) . He was so excited when he saw me that he gave me a quick embrace. I was excited facially but in my pants i was on fire. If not that I packaged “it” well,I would have embarrassed my entire local government.
This time,I brought PET Coke and moi-moi for him. We chatted heartedly and i later left as I didn’t want to stay longer.
One day at about 6pm, i was sleeping when I heard a Knock at the door. My friend hardly has visitors so i wondered who was knocking.
Upon answering the door, i was standing face2face with Mr hunk. My new friend from the block industry. I had forgot I showed him where I was staying. My first impulse was to hug him, but I restrained myself.
He wore an ill fitted shirt which emphasised his ripped muscles oddly. (He was such a macho that he could easily defeat me with his left hand).
He came in and I offered him cold beer. He said he had closed for the day but wanted to stop by to thank me for the meal I brought for him.
We watched an EPL replay and it was an Arsenal match ( he is an Arsenal fan). Just like me, he loved football and this led to bants on which football team was the ultimate.
After spending almost an hour arguing football, he decided to leave for mile 2 (where he stayed with his family).
I wanted him to stay the night, but I couldn’t ask and moreover, my host will be coming back.
The next day was Friday and my host informed me he will be traveling to Benin for a wedding. He wanted me to accompany him but I refused. I was already consumed with my new friend and i wasn't going to pass on this opportunity of having the house to myself.
I didn’t go out that day. Around noon,I called my friend to be sure he was in Benin and he told me he was. Good.
I stayed indoors all day and I was hoping my new friend will come around to know why I didn’t come out that day as i had promised. At 6pm,there was no sign of him. 6:30pm, nothing.
I was about to give up when I heard a knock. I quickly ran to the couch and covered myself with a duvet.
“come inn" i said weakly. intentionally didn’t lock the door. I started shivering.
Immediately he opened the door, he saw me shivering on the cushion; all covered. He rushed to me.
“aahhhhh!!!!! ogini?” he asked anxiously as he came beside me, squatted and placed his large hands on my body. I was in 7th heaven.
His face was very close to mine and all I wanted to do at that time was to eat his lips. His big frame was over my tiny body. He asked what’s wrong; I told him I’ve been sick since morning, that was why he didn’t see me at his place of work.
He told me he had been waiting for me and got worried when he didn't see me. (My plans were working) .
He asked what symptoms i was experiencing and if i had eaten. I told him i was dizzy, had headache and was feeling weak but had managed to eat something. He excused himself and went out to buy some tablets.
When he returned, he handed them to me. I quickly threw everything under the cushion when he went to get water.
It was getting late When he asked after my host, I told him he travelled out of town for a wedding. He asked if he could stay with me since i wasn't feeling well-
mehn! I was like -look “ at this one, what else have i been praying for ? Common.. stay my fren”.
“please, stay” i pleaded while faking a shiver. While he was calling home to tell them that he won’t becoming tonight, my heat was doing shaku shaku.
To be continued
Written by
C.C
I want to meet men of sound minds who I can have a sound conversation with.
Men that have self respect.
It’s not a hidden fact to me that I am sexually attracted to such men. Men with class. This is why I always prefer Lagos, Abuja and Portharcourt in that order.
But on this particular time, it was Lagos.
I have already been on social media contacts with some men I met on a dating site . I was excited. It’s going to be a month packed with fun. I was hoping that one of these men will find me attractive enough to start a relationship . I’ve always wanted a relationship.
I was staying at my friends at Oshodi, if you know Oshodi well, you will agree with me that it is the centre of Lagos . you can get a bus to anywhere (including Ghana) in Lagos from Oshodi. Nothing was going to stop me from having full blast fun.
Reality hit me when I arrived Lagos. I started making contacts, trying to fix dates,...... I was tough. Lagos people are so busy. First and second week passed, I couldn’t meet any of them. My friend works on the island, leaves home before I wake up from sleep and returns when I’ve already slept.
My holiday was becoming boring. I was horny as fuck too. My hand job wasn’t giving me the satisfaction craved . I was craving a man’s touch, a man’s scent, a man’s warmth. It was driving me crazy.
On this particular day, I decided to stroll around. While on it, I got call. I decided to use the shelter offered by a local block industry to hide from the blazing sun as well as to find some quiet spot away from the noisy busy road .
I was on the call when I noticed this half naked man. Asides his solid muscled body, his groin area which was heavily bulked up was so visible that it was impossible to not notice.
He was what oyibos will call a hunk. He was shinning with his own sweat. I couldn’t take my eyes off his body (and the hefty package he carried) . He should be in his mid 40s.
After i had gone off the call, i quickly exchanged greetings with him and offered him a cold bottle water (unopened) which i bought for my strolling.
He accepted and thanked me so much. Turned out he was Igbo so we began chatting in our dialect.
Though several wicked and nasty thoughts kept stirring in my head, i knew that the reality of going to jail for 14 years if anything goes wrong was more of a reality than my wild sexual imagination.
Heck no! Ii wasn't going to let the devil try his village people on my head. But that didn’t stop me from having a plan for this demigod. I left with the promise that I will come around the next day.
I didn’t go again until after 2 days (which i did on purpose) . He was so excited when he saw me that he gave me a quick embrace. I was excited facially but in my pants i was on fire. If not that I packaged “it” well,I would have embarrassed my entire local government.
This time,I brought PET Coke and moi-moi for him. We chatted heartedly and i later left as I didn’t want to stay longer.
One day at about 6pm, i was sleeping when I heard a Knock at the door. My friend hardly has visitors so i wondered who was knocking.
Upon answering the door, i was standing face2face with Mr hunk. My new friend from the block industry. I had forgot I showed him where I was staying. My first impulse was to hug him, but I restrained myself.
He wore an ill fitted shirt which emphasised his ripped muscles oddly. (He was such a macho that he could easily defeat me with his left hand).
He came in and I offered him cold beer. He said he had closed for the day but wanted to stop by to thank me for the meal I brought for him.
We watched an EPL replay and it was an Arsenal match ( he is an Arsenal fan). Just like me, he loved football and this led to bants on which football team was the ultimate.
After spending almost an hour arguing football, he decided to leave for mile 2 (where he stayed with his family).
I wanted him to stay the night, but I couldn’t ask and moreover, my host will be coming back.
The next day was Friday and my host informed me he will be traveling to Benin for a wedding. He wanted me to accompany him but I refused. I was already consumed with my new friend and i wasn't going to pass on this opportunity of having the house to myself.
I didn’t go out that day. Around noon,I called my friend to be sure he was in Benin and he told me he was. Good.
I stayed indoors all day and I was hoping my new friend will come around to know why I didn’t come out that day as i had promised. At 6pm,there was no sign of him. 6:30pm, nothing.
I was about to give up when I heard a knock. I quickly ran to the couch and covered myself with a duvet.
“come inn" i said weakly. intentionally didn’t lock the door. I started shivering.
Immediately he opened the door, he saw me shivering on the cushion; all covered. He rushed to me.
“aahhhhh!!!!! ogini?” he asked anxiously as he came beside me, squatted and placed his large hands on my body. I was in 7th heaven.
His face was very close to mine and all I wanted to do at that time was to eat his lips. His big frame was over my tiny body. He asked what’s wrong; I told him I’ve been sick since morning, that was why he didn’t see me at his place of work.
He told me he had been waiting for me and got worried when he didn't see me. (My plans were working) .
He asked what symptoms i was experiencing and if i had eaten. I told him i was dizzy, had headache and was feeling weak but had managed to eat something. He excused himself and went out to buy some tablets.
When he returned, he handed them to me. I quickly threw everything under the cushion when he went to get water.
It was getting late When he asked after my host, I told him he travelled out of town for a wedding. He asked if he could stay with me since i wasn't feeling well-
mehn! I was like -look “ at this one, what else have i been praying for ? Common.. stay my fren”.
“please, stay” i pleaded while faking a shiver. While he was calling home to tell them that he won’t becoming tonight, my heat was doing shaku shaku.
To be continued
Written by
C.C
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