I created this thread at the behest of Efemena_xy, and I must say it is quite a good idea. I have decided to respect my old age and heed Cuddlemii's repeated warnings about derailing the original thread, so from henceforth, any observations, criticisms or discussions will have to be held on this thread.

Enough of the English grammar.

My pipo, I dey take Jah beg una make una assemble for hia come gist every evry make anty Cuddlemii no lock the original thread o!!

Godbless us as we read and gist

Ishilove: "Your bra, take it off.", he repeated again, this time with a hint of a smile on his face.

My mind boggled at his boldness.

I cleared my throat and asked with a calmness that belied the raging turmoil in my heart. . .and loins. . .

"So how do you intend disciplining my mammary organs?", asked I, perversely curious.

He burst into laughter when he heard "mammary organs".

"Where did you get that word from?", he laughingly asked. "That's one thing I like about you, you are so intelligent," he said further, and grinned massively. This time I was too distracted to notice this gargantuan specimen of teeth. Distracted by the stirring in my loins.

What on earth was wrong with me?? Confused, I looked him squarely in the face. It was then the sordid truth hit me then; that I had an Oedipus Complex. i.e I am attracted to intelligent, much older men. The Honourable was very intelligent and almost twenty years older than I am.

With a sinking heart, I realised that accepting Honourable's date had been a big, big mistake.
When you are attracted to a person, if you don't want to fall into sin then for God's sake never accept to be alone in a room with that person because your defenses will be weaker and can more easily be compromised. I was attracted to the Honourable and my God did that freak me out!

The object of my musings interrupted my thoughts with, "take your bra off first then I'll show you how I tame unruly boo/bs". A leer was clearly etched on his face. He went further. " I know your boo/bs want my touch. See how they have been beckoning to me". Involuntarily, I looked down and cringed inwardly. Of a truth, my bosoms were projected outwards like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Blast this implicating koste bra.

So he thought I had made my b/oobs deliberately provocative? Would it profit me at this point to attempt to explain to this lust fevered man the technicalities of that female undergarment called 'brassiere'?

Probably not.

Procrastination. See where it had led me to. I had wasted time in buying a new set of lingerie and ended up wearing the wrong bra on the wrong date. With the way the man was staring at my chest, I knew something drastic would have to be done otherwise my hapless bosoms find themselves at the receiving end of some seriously amorous mauling.

What to do, what to do!! My mind went into UNILAG sharp girl mode and began to race frantically, but I came up short. I had NO idea what I was going to do in this situation.

Lord, I commit my boo\bs into Your able hands, prayed I , and mentally slapped myself.

While I was beating myself up in my mind, one of the Honourable's hands had somehow found its way to my inner thigh. Reflexively, I slapped the offending hand away. To my unending horror, this only seemed to excite my date more. His hand, quicker than the speed of light had found its way underneath my pretty, spotted brown shirt. My soft, delicate hand followed the hard, wayfaring hand with its long and meaty fingers on its amourous path, caught up with just as it was about to enfold one jutting bosom, wrestled with it and dragged it out of my shirt.

Honourable laughed long and he laughed hard.

"Baby girl, do you realise how silly this is?", he asked after laughing to his feel. He laughed again and clapped his hands like a woman who had just been privy to particularly scandalous gist. "You know, and I know, that we both know that we want to taste and enjoy each other", he said, gazing lustfully at me. Those were his exact words. They have stuck fast in my memory because of the sheer passion that accompanied the words.

My inner vixen smiled and licked her lips.

Her outer, more timid and inhibited version simply swallowed hard and squeaked "What is it with you men and big breassts sef??"

I was simply trying to buy time while I calmed myself down because to my chagrin, adrenaline was coursing through my veins on overdrive. I could feel warmth in my joints, especially my elbow joints. Warning signs.

Luckily for me, he took the bait and launched into a brief lecture on how big, succulent bosoms can enhance intimacy. Big bosoms gingered a man to put in all his best when it came down to doing the dirty. Of course this is the sanitised version of the lecture. The original version is much more risque and who knows which young and impressionable mind is reading this

Unfortunately, while he talked, his own words seemed to excite him. I, on my own part,was trying in vain to block out the words. They were permeating through my shaky defences.

When he stopped talking, I held my breath, wondering what his next moves would be.

"Baby, I want you to feel something", he said quietly.

My already madly beating heart increased pace even further.

Be still, thou treacherous heart. . .

I wondered absent mindedly how it was possible for me to still be alive with my heart beating so frantically. At the rate it was drumming, I would soon clutch my chest and drop dead from a heart attack.

I wondered what he wanted me to feel.

It better not be his heart o, I thought. I won't fall for that "feel my heart; its beating for you" bullshit that boys use all the time to decieve gullible girls.

However, the Honourable is not a boy, neither am I a gullible girl . . .

"Feel it", he repeated and reached for my hands where they lay defensively folded on my thighs. He gently pried my right hand and guided it down. To his upper inner thigh.

I wasn't sure at first what I was feeling. . . What my hands were feeling was so unbelievably HUGE . . .

Folks, you remember that myth about the correlation of the size of a man's tool with the size and length of his fingers?

Well. . . IT IS SOOO TRUE!!! Here was living proof!!!!! O. . .my . . .good Lawd have mercy!

I gulped. Hard

You this naughty temptress!

Oya finish the gist now! And don't even think of escaping...I don lock the compound gates and hidden the key

But seriously, the suspense is killing!

Ishilove: I created this thread at the behest of Efemena_xy, and I must say it is quite a good idea. I have decided to respect my old age and heed Cuddlemii's repeated warnings about derailing the original thread, so from henceforth, any observations, criticisms or discussions will have to be held on this thread.

Enough of the English grammar.

My pipo, I dey take Jah beg una make una assemble for hia come gist every evry make anty Cuddlemii no lock the original thread o!!

Godbless us as we read and gist

Great writing as usual. Engaging, entertaining and gripping; keeps the audience coming back for more.

[size=4pt]Resist the temptation to "tell anyone what happened next" on this thread.[/size]

Ishilove: I created this thread at the behest of Efemena_xy, and I must say it is quite a good idea. I have decided to respect my old age and heed Cuddlemii's repeated warnings about derailing the original thread, so from henceforth, any observations, criticisms or discussions will have to be held on this thread.

Enough of the English grammar.

My pipo, I dey take Jah beg una make una assemble for hia come gist every evry make anty Cuddlemii no lock the original thread o!!

Godbless us as we read and gist

Lol!

Actually it was esere826's idea. Good one at that!

Babe all I can think of is WTF!! This can't be happening; maybe it has suddenly turned 2 fiction. In d words of Ludacris in fast 5, 'did he smack that ass or just grab an ounce??'

And here's a link back to the original thread.
https://www.nairaland.com/943571/place-rest-wasimi-chronicles/17

naptu2:

Great writing as usual. Engaging, entertaining and gripping; keeps the audience coming back for more.

Resist the temptation to "tell anyone what happened next" on this thread

So you guys are keeping us in suspense purposely,..... ehn ehn,.............
i see
I have catch you today

naptu2:

Great writing as usual. Engaging, entertaining and gripping; keeps the audience coming back for more.

[size=16pt]Resist the temptation to "tell anyone what happened next" on this thread.[/size]

Tah! if i hear.

ishilove: I could feel warmth in my joints, especially my elbow joints. Warning signs.

which kain elbow joint be that. na lie jo. more like pelvic joints

Efemena_xy:

You this naughty temptress!

Oya finish the gist now! And don't even think of escaping...I don lock the compound gates and hidden the key

But seriously, the suspense is killing!

I blusheth. I will try to finish up the narration, though I have a feeling it isn't ready to be finished just yet

Kai!!!! This girl! Wetin now? Gbogbo build up yi wan knacker pesin now.

Ishi, na which one be "long fleshy fingers" again sef??

Definition needed pls...

naptu2:

Great writing as usual. Engaging, entertaining and gripping; keeps the audience coming back for more.

[size=4pt]Resist the temptation to "tell anyone what happened next" on this thread.[/size]

My able publicist/editor/proofreader, I am loyal!!! Twale!

I will try my possible best

esere826:


So you guys are keeping us in suspense purposely,..... ehn ehn,.............
i see
I have catch you today

Since you are the fellow who suggested this thread and I erroneously omitted to acknowledge you, come here let me give you a big hug. Don't worry ehn, "it" is not encased in omo na bouncing or koste for that matter

Efemena_xy: Ishi, na which one be "long fleshy fingers" again sef??

Definition needed pls...

Odikwa serious, una go begin x-rated gist be dat . I dey comot before my innocent eyes read the forbidden.

^^ Don't be too hasty to conclude.

There might be a perfectly innocent explanation as to why the "fingers" are LONG and FLESHY

Actually Ishi, why not change "fleshy" to "meaty"? As in Long, meaty fingers trailing a fiery path of passion towards



I see I'm getting carried away here now...

Efemena_xy: Ishi, na which one be "long fleshy fingers" again sef??

Definition needed pls...

Its simple really; the man has long...fat... fingers... Now apply this to THAT age old, iniquitous myth and you have your definition.

^^ You this woman!

I never type finish sef before you begin respond. Anyway, what d'you think of the alternative adjective "meaty"?

I mean, I really get to picture that in my mind's eye sef...

brokoto: Tah! if i hear.

which kain elbow joint be that. na lie jo. more like pelvic joints

Nah,its defo my elbow joints.

"I acknowledge my weakness. I am but mere fallible flesh and blood".

Efemena_xy: ^^ You this woman!

I never type finish sef before you begin respond. Anyway, what d'you think of the alternative adjective "meaty"?

I mean, I really get to picture that in my mind's eye sef...

Hehehehe............see dorti mind. I no talk anything o

Efemena_xy: ^^ You this woman!

I never type finish sef before you begin respond. Anyway, what d'you think of the alternative adjective "meaty"?

I mean, I really get to picture that in my mind's eye sef...

Lwkmd!!! You are writer so put your imagination to wor k

Ishilove:
Nah,its defo my elbow joints.

"I acknowledge my weakness. I am but mere fallible flesh and blood".

see eh, you can sweat in your elbow joint if its folded for a very long time which was not the case obviously. on the other hand, feeling warmth in you pelvic region. . . now thats more like it!

naijababe:

Hehehehe............see dorti mind. I no talk anything o

Lol! My sister I dey innocent na!

We're discussing plain old meat / beef as in protein na!

(coughs), now don't go misunderstanding moi missus...I'm referring to the protein we all "chop" from the supermarket (as if..lol) and not the er...er..other protein from guys...

shey you get my meaning?

brokoto: see eh, you can sweat in your elbow joint if its folded for a very long time which was not the case obviously. on the other hand, feeling warmth in you pelvic region. . . now thats more like it!

Brokoto!

Don't be rude! Don't you know there are kids here?

Re-phrase that to: Tickle in the Congo

Efemena_xy:

Lol! My sister I dey innocent na!

We're discussing plain old meat / beef as in protein na!

(coughs), now don't go misunderstanding moi missus...I'm referring to the protein we all "chop" from the supermarket (as if..lol) and not the er...er..other protein from guys...

shey you get my meaning?

. I get your meaning, like the meat I buy from Sainsburys, right?

Efemena_xy:

Brokoto!

Don't be rude! Don't you know there are kids here?

Re-phrase that to: Tickle in the Congo

*gasp* Efe Mena, I am apalled!

brokoto: see eh, you can sweat in your elbow joint if its folded for a very long time which was not the case obviously. on the other hand, feeling warmth in you pelvic region. . . now thats more like it!

Different women have different ways of physically responding to intimate stimuli. In my case, I know I am very close to the edge when my elbows begin to feel warm. Seriously

Efemena_xy:
There might be a perfectly innocent explanation as to why the "fingers" are LONG and FLESHY

Actually Ishi, why not change "fleshy" to "meaty"? As in Long, meaty fingers trailing a fiery path of passion towards

Meoowww . . .

Lol!

Ishi, abeg come back to the Lola thread naw!

Efemena_xy: Lol!

Ishi, abeg come back to the Lola thread naw!

Okey dokey

Good girl

Ishilove:
Since you are the fellow who suggested this thread and I erroneously omitted to acknowledge you, come here let me give you a big hug. Don't worry ehn, "it" is not encased in omo na bouncing or koste for that matter

My glory must not be shared with any other