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|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 8:11pm On Jul 11|
Sir, please, quickly order for a pack of pop corn. Her rate of turnover is now sky rocketing
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Smazlexander(m): 8:57pm On Jul 11|
Which Time Is The Update?
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by UncleSnr(m): 10:09pm On Jul 11|
Jackossky:Mama Salmatu still dey pop am.
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by zhummyblaq(m): 10:41am On Jul 12|
dunno what to say .....
buh kind of excited by d way dis piece of work is turning out to be dah BOOM...
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by oloyedprince1(m): 3:44pm On Jul 12|
i dey wait for d update ooo
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Smazlexander(m): 3:56pm On Jul 12|
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by flexy10: 12:39pm On Jul 17|
Jackossky:it's tuesday alreadyoo
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 6:43am On Jul 19|
‘Kike, kike..Please ‘
I hurriedly encroached her and laid my hands on her shoulder before she was forced to halt but still had some reluctance left in her.
‘Leave me Tolu, please leave me and go meet with your Seyi’
‘I’m sorry, just look at me!’ I told her, whisking her towards my direction
What I saw dampened my spirit. She was all tears and before a word could escape my lips, she busted into another spasm of hurtful cry with tears plummeting down her oval face’
I was clueless and unable to decipher what my next step should be. This has never happened to me before, why is she crying like this? I moved in a calculated effort to tell her how sorry I was and explain to her or tell her something to make her wipe off her tears.
‘Tolu, don’t! Don’t touch me. I hate you…’ She walked off; being sober as a drunkard.
I walked towards my cubicle and sunk on the couch in regret. This is not me, this is not what I want. I might not have realized the consequences to what I crave, but seeing Kike in tears drove me to a turning point.
‘Tolu, you are not ripe for this. This is not who you want to be’ I caustically said to my already broken self.
‘Where is Kike?’
‘Has anyone seen Kike’ Mr. Gold bracingly roared to the dissatisfaction of everyone in the shop.
His sudden clamor jolted me from the subconscious with everyone’s eyes on me. No one could say where Kike was and I was the one she was ultimately seen with.
‘She...went home…to toilet’ I creakingly responded to everyone’s dismay.
‘Tolu, what’s wrong with you?’
‘Nothing Sir, I’m just a bit stressed’ I replied with Mr. Gold sensing the untruthfulness in my answer but shrugged off the idea of further questioning me.
‘Hmmm, you all have turned this institute to something else. You are probably the worst set of apprentice I am going to tutor. All of you reek of insubordination and I don’t know what’s going on. I will wait for Kike till tomorrow and hear her reasons for leaving the shop without informing me. Tolu, have you done what I asked you to do?’ He added
‘No...Yes...Sir’ I stammered, watching as he shakes off his head and left to attend to a client that just walked in.
‘Tolu, how are you?‘ John asked as we were walking home after going through today’s hurdles and making sure Mr. Gold’s works were completed.
‘Nothing Jaree, I’m just trying to sort some things out’
‘…and what are those things that needed sorting out?’
With evidence of smiles on my face, I responded, ‘Don’t worry bruh, I’m good’
‘ You are good? Was that why kike left the institute today without informing anyone? Hmm, maybe I should leave you to sort yourself out the way you did with Seyi’s bre*st today. You obviously sorted everything out’
My smile quickly fizzled into that of amazement and shock. He continued…
‘See Tolu, you have to be careful and know that you are in Badagry. Use your head because you don’t know who is who. Bad guy!‘ He paused seeing my instantaneous reaction to what he clumsily revealed as he continued
‘…and don’t worry about Kike, I was the only one that saw that. I ‘dobale’ for you oo Mr. Tolu; Alhaji awon girls(Girl’s Alhaji)’
‘Ah! Obviously, with Kike too’ He stressed with a sheepish smile plastered on his juvenile face.
I clandestinely wanted to debunk his statement but it will be farcical to do that. He really saw me and it would have been worse if he saw Kike in tears.
Moment before I could find the right word to say, we’ve already gotten to the street where we go in our separate ways and he briskly walked off leaving me to my thought but not before muttering ‘Bad Guy!’ audible enough for me to hear.
I got home, shabbily greeted my mum, not waiting for her response as I made a dash for my room. I was engrossed with the thought of Nike. Her tears moved me. Should I close my eyes, I kept seeing her in tears and the moment she pushed my arms telling me to go off her
I left for shop the next day and was dreading my meeting with Kike. How will it be? The sort of awkwardness in such abashed situation. Moments after Seyi came back from school, she tried engulfing me in a tightening hug which I stylishly avoided. She re-attempted to have me in her arms and I dauntingly told her never to touch me again. I was in a horrid mood and dissipated any thought of shifting my attention to her huge bre*st which was packed up inviting me to have a fresh feel.
She drew closer and bracingly placed her voluptuous lips on mine outside the watchful eyes of any preying eyes. My eyes glistened in surprise, this is the first time a girl is making the move to kiss me and I have always wanted to know how it feels to be kissed. I wanted her to continue so I could make a veracious deduction on the art of kissing but … My thought expediently wandered and the thought of Kike in tears flashed through me. I abruptly disengaged from her lips and sternly told her to stop.
Vexingly, I left her and was heading outside only for me to see Kike with hands akimbo gawking at my direction as I moved forward. I didn’t know what to do and my sense of reasoning was beclouded with guilt. I passed by her without saying anything and changed my course of movement. I am no more going outside; instead, I found solace in sitting atop the chair in front of my system.
My head was bowed and it didn’t take long before PHCN ‘brought light’.
John must have noticed I was avoiding him, he tried communicating with me but I just kept answering him in monosyllabic.
It wasn’t long before dust overshadowed the surface of the earth. I left what I was asked to do and was contemplating if to buy ‘akara’ today or not. It wasn’t because I was ‘Bean cake’ starved but maybe I was ‘Mary’ starved. It’s been long since I have seen that angel; who looks more beautiful each passing day. Now, I have removed all amorous thought about her that had brewed in my head. With Mary, I was willing to settle for a platonic relationship.
Two days after, on a cold evening, Seyi came to meet me to plead; saying she doesn’t know what she did to me and begged me to forgive her.
‘You didn’t do anything’
‘ Tolu, please. You have been avoiding me and if it’s for the kiss, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again’
‘No Seyi, it’s not that. I just don’t feel okay... See, I’m sorry. I’m busy’
‘ Tolu, please…’
She came close, her eyes fixated on mine, awaiting my reaction.
‘Don’t you like me?’ She silently asked
Jacking my hands off her, I interlocked my eyes on hers hoping she could see the sincerity in it as I regained my confident composure. ‘Seyi, I’m sorry for giving you a bad impression on that day.’
‘…It will never happen again’ I chipped in. Leaving her where she stood trying to comprehend what I just said
Its two month now, I have conjured a temporary but stable rift between Seyi and I. So much has happened that the way I communicate with others has been greatly reduced. Kike is there, she talks to me but even I know she is trying to get past me. She is trying to forget me and seeing me in shop reminds her of Tolu that broke her heart.
For the past month, I have tried so many gimmicks to get us on speaking terms but it had yielded no fruit until last weeks, she has been open and I think willing to take the risk of ‘liking’ me again. You know, whenever I ponder about the way she cried, I do feel so debilitated and my conscience pricks me. I have tried obliterating that ‘last’ memory of her to no avail; I tried being a changed person. After work, I still find some time to attend church programmes. I knew she loved me, I couldn’t place mine but envisaging her to be in such tears because of me gave me heartache and a thought to ponder every night I close my eyes.
I am just someone that want to explore my world, but I never wanted to do it at the expense of others happiness. I wanted to be free and have no ties with anyone, yet be close to everyone. Seeing her laugh to one of my jokes yesterday made me happy. Maybe I love her too and it takes her tears for me to realize that or I am just someone that doesn’t know what he wants.
Now, she has been forthcoming. After this transient rift, I think I would ask her out or something. I think something changed about Kike and I now enjoy being in her company. I have been learning new things about her and God so had it; I think I was falling for her.
Mary had been sending me free ’akara’ through John. Though, John has been the one consuming every gift but I have been retrospective and came to the illation that it wasn’t worth it. I have thought much about my life and come to the conclusion that I don’t want to be that type of man.
I went through the day being my old self. It’s not going to be long before we close the shop and leave for our various home. Mr. Gold has already left the shop leaving everything to the care of John who was nowhere to be found. Dusting my denim jean, I decided to go take a pee and start packing. I can’t wait to be at home. The WAEC exam is starting around next week and I have to be very serious. Now, I am full of doubt and unsure if I was that brilliant. I think I overrated myself. Even while I was deliberating on my personal life, I still couldn’t suppress the urge to go urinate any longer and with vigor, I found myself at the front of the bathroom.
Something doesn’t feel right, after relieving myself of the suppressed pee, I took a walk to the backyard of the institute.
What I found there changed my resolution and made my heart hardened. Just when I thought I had escaped the world of debauchery. right before me was John and Kike in an awkward position ‘wanking’ each other with Kike trying to suppress the moans. They were petrified at my unexpected presence as Kike quickly tried in a futile effort to drag her gown downwards to cover her nude bums. John was too disoriented in covering his already flaccid dick.
I don’t even know what to think. I fiercely walked into the institute and sat down. The memories kept replaying and I was too disoriented to think straight. With the anger boiling in me, I decided to reroute my destination and head for home; maybe I might find some solace in there. To me, this is betrayal at its peak. Hmm, just when I thought I had something with Kike, not knowing everything was just a façade.
Without minding the repercussion, feeling embittered and having decided I have nothing left to do in the institute, I packed my things and all I could see was HOME.
It wasn’t long before my phone started ringing incessantly. I kept cutting off the call, it was Kike. She was even using unknown numbers and when I checked the screen of my phone, I got a notification that John had sent me a message. I was too enraged to read the content but I was damn curious, what has he got to say?
With acute remorse, I switched off my device. I just want to get far away from them.
The next day, I have already decided that I will solely face what I came to do in the institute. I was really downtrodden and could never have phantom the thought that John and Kike could engage in such.
Tolu, you have been played. After cogitating long enough, I decided enough is enough. I decided to unleash the beast inherent in me; it seems Kike forgot to lock my cage. I had to bring my ‘A’ game to the table and show the world the kind of stuff Tolu is made of. Yester night, I have strategize on ways to play my rounds at the institute. Several ploys have been drafted. Golden institute would soon realize it accepted a demon into its abode.
Getting to the shop the next day, I was all smiles. I literally flowed with everyone in a frenzy and juvenile manner. John was trying to shirk talks directed towards him but I made sure he took part in it. I made the shop propitious that even Mr. Gold had to ask what I encountered before coming to the shop.
It wasn’t long before Mr Gold left on the auspices that he had to attend to some union matters that are dire to him. At the extreme edge of the row was Seyi; busy arranging some office file. Roland has gone to ‘Alaba’ for some screen printing samples we were collating for a client and my delinquent senior Chibike hasn’t resumed yet.
The xanthippe woman whose ghost file is in our custody hasn’t visited the institute for a while and the last time she did, Mr gold found a way to placate and reassure her that her file would be retrieved whenever Snr Chibike resumes back at the institute.
‘Seyi, how are you?’
‘I am fine Tolu and why are you looking at me like this? I hope I’m safe’ She added, attempting to continue what she was doing.
I didn’t wait for her to bend over as I drew close; laying my hands on her firm bre*st. She silently winced in a bid to resist but hey! I am not here for play. I drew her close in an engulfing embrace as she quivers in my arms. Seeing she has rescinded in her resistance, I effortlessly massage the fleshy boobs, twitching my palm as she was immobile with an amazed look on her face.
On seeing that my encoded message had been decoded, I stylishly disengaged and left her with a cautious wink; wanting her to ruminate on that for the main time.
The game had just begun!!!
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|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 6:46am On Jul 19|
Next update drops on Saturday as scheduled. Good morning guys
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by UncleSnr(m): 7:35am On Jul 19|
Let's sharpen the horns.
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by kingin55(m): 7:39am On Jul 19|
Nice update...ride on
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Artzdanielsz(m): 9:40am On Jul 19|
nice one bro, but were you sick
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by deewhydoski(m): 10:24am On Jul 19|
Nice story bro
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by oyoni(m): 3:55pm On Jul 19|
Tolu 2.0 upgrading.............91%.... 99% ..... 100% . Yoruba Demon version upgrade completed!!!
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Ann2012(f): 4:08pm On Jul 19|
Thanks for the update
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by tunjilomo(m): 5:53pm On Jul 19|
Finally, we have reached the turning point. Well done jackossky. Let's meet the beast inherent in Tolu.
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 12:20am On Jul 21|
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 12:24am On Jul 21|
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 12:38am On Jul 21|
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by kayusdguy(m): 10:32am On Jul 21|
Jackossky, nice update, waiting for your Saturday update
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by eazykolobo(m): 12:32pm On Jul 21|
update jackossy...nysc af finish oooo....12 noon leleyi ooo
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by lharstborn(m): 10:11pm On Jul 21|
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 12:41am On Jul 23|
WAEC exam is fully abloom. I wasn’t anxious getting to the centre, having this cruised ego of being among those to rewrite the exam. I was of the thought that those writing were younger and my juniors and so, there is nothing I should be ecstatic of. I have been to ‘Glorious high’ before and when I was here then, I only came with my mum to register for the exam. There wasn’t much student around but today that the exam began, I saw so much people; up to 180 people all queued up on the assembly ground with the purpose of 'maiming' the exam. The younger ones were just taking a peek at us, discussing God knows what. I bet they were all surprised seeing queer faces they are just seeing for the first time.
It must have been folly for me to think I am writing exam with my juniors only. Yes! There were juniors there but there are also some old men and women in school uniforms. I quickly took a detective bodily assessment of those surrounding me and I saw this old woman; it is glaring she is senile but what is farcical was that she was in school uniform too. Did I say Seyi had one of the hugest bo*bs I had ever seen? Hmm, here are some girls who best her in that aspect and even had to wear the school sweat shirt due to the hugeness of their gigantic boobs.
Naivety enslaves, exposure manumits and people unravel. Here before me are hips I thought I would never come across in my lifetime; this girls are dressed to kill. Maybe it was because of the undersized skirt they wore because the school was the one that gifted us the school dress. We weren’t allowed to sow a uniform of ours; the materials are customized, eliminating the idea of getting a new one in the market and the uniform given to me was also very big. I had to meet my tailor to do some adjustment and I guess some didn’t do any adjustment to theirs because the clothes simply hugged them. Damn, it was too tight.
I hid my amazement perfectly well and I could see Seyi in one of the classes looking at me. I gave her a quick wink and she smiled, saying something to a friend beside her. It seems the teacher in the class noticed and called her to order because she quickly removed her keen gaze off me and I could see her standing up, the teacher now in perfect view as she was dishing some instructions to her.
Wow, I was right! The teacher really busted her. I was curious over the teacher’s next line of action and I was engrossed at the sight not until she looked through the window and what I saw almost pushed me off my feet. Here is the definition of gorgeousness; I never knew some teachers were cute because what I saw was the 8th wonder of the world that the explorers must have been looking for. Her innocent eyes blinked and she took her eyes off me, facing Seyi.
Someone mistakenly tapped me at the front, nudging me out of my initial distraction.
‘Oh! I am sorry’ she said.
‘Okay dumb head’ I whispered, cursing under my breath and re-tilted my head to continue what I was doing. Lo and behold, the louvers of the class were already closed. I shrugged off the thought of knocking the girl that distracted me and stood attention when the principal finished his speech, smiling as he stood on the podium. A round of applause trailed him after and a stout man brazenly walked up the podium. I guess it was his turn to address us and I was already enervated but had to keep on standing like others.
‘As you all know this is Glorious High School, make sure you are of best behavior in and out of the school. The school is strongly against any vices and if any of you is indulged in any, you will be heavily penalized.” He stopped, making sure his message sinks in as he took a momentary gaze at some people, including me then he continued…
‘By now, you know you are here for a serious academic business, before now, you have all been given a number and that number will be your identification number throughout your short stay in the school. On no account should any of you pull off your school uniform while in the school and please, any form of exam malpractice is sternly prohibited; any student caught with ‘masquerade’, ‘egbe’, ‘bomb’, ‘bullet proof’ or whatever name you call it might forfeit all his exams. You all should get acquainted …’ he continued rambling; the principal haven left the podium, headed for his office. My eyes were trailing behind him all along; I could see the aura of happiness enveloping him. Hmm, maybe the money he is going to realize from external student like us was what made him happy. I heard that students from this school that were to do Waec initially are not more than 65 students but here, we are close to 200. Indeed, the lord is good.
The thought of the cute teacher crossed my mind again but I quickly jettisoned it and focused my mind to see if I could still remember all I read the day before. No cause for alarm as my arsenals is fully loaded, awaiting my command to unleash the brilliance inherent in me. You know that moment when you are in the midst of people and you feel you are a senior and if not for condition, you wouldn’t be there with them. That was exactly how I felt.
After all talks, we were made to move in one direction, there were some teachers already stationed at the entrance of the classes, and I was just following the person in front of me like a dummy.
‘Young man what’s your number?’
I kept walking hoping I would be fixed into a class when a woman shouted
‘What’s your number!?’ Her shout halted almost everyone on the walk way. I looked up, trying to see who she was referring to and from all indications, it is evident it was me. She stood akimbo waiting for my response but I was perplexed and didn’t know what to say. Eyes fixated on me and her furrows made it evident the teacher was angry. She vexingly took the white sheet off my hand and scanned through it, and then she motioned me to go upstairs after saying some incoherent words.
Finally, I was able to locate my seat with the number ‘65’ visibly written atop. The class was painted in brown and white colors, with a black stripe exquisitely added to bring out its glamour. The chairs were single chairs coupled with table primly placed in front of them. It did give one an impression of a modern class. Everything would have been perfect if not for the mothers and fathers seated in disguise of students.
A young lady with hijab was sitting at my front and at my back was a guy; he looks older than me with a scarred face seared with a mundane look. He looks daunting but I was not concerned about his looks. I greeted them both and they responded in Unison.
‘Umm, my name is Tolu? What about you?’
‘My name is Hafsat’ she responded coolly and faced her front.
‘Boss, what’s the name?’ I said, looking back
Wow! I’m in the middle of two Muslims and I spoke to them because it was vivid to the deaf that they were undoubtedly an external student like me. Commerce began in earnest and I was all smiles as I was ticking the right answers. Jeez, back then, Commerce was one of my best subjects and seeing the questions, they all seem cinching to me. Within the span of 30 minutes, I was already through with the theory and I have ticked the answers to the OBJ, patiently waiting for the OMR sheet.
‘Tolu, are you through?’
A voice muttered behind me which I quickly placed to be that of Ahmed.
I nodded my head in affirmation.
‘Please, open your book for me’ He briskly said
I doubted if to exchange my question paper with him or not, I was unsure of the consequence and I haven’t decided yet when a teacher walked with a disposition of anger into the class. It was the cute teacher I saw earlier on and even while angry, she looks amazingly beautiful.
‘If you know you are with your phone, bring it out now’ she voraciously vociferated. My eyes quickly darted to what she was holding and without mincing words, it was a nylon bag filled with phones. She waited for some time and repeated what she said. Still, no one budged.
‘If you know your phone is with you, bring it out and submit it to me. You will be able to retrieve the phone after the exam but if you feel you are recalcitrant and you are caught with a phone, the phone would be collected, seized and never to be seen again. The external Invigilators are almost here. I am saying this for your own good; you might be locked in prison if any device is found on you. Even if your phone is switched off, submit it NOW’ she reiterated and it was like a magic moment as almost half of the class stood up to submit their phones.
Seeing this, I smiled within myself and that was the moment she looked towards my direction. She sensed a foul play and told me to stand up. Now, the class was quiet and everyone had gone to sit back on their seat. Standing before me was a heavenly beauty and I was too wowed seeing her close. She reeks of neatness and I just want to kiss those sumptuous lips to tell her beautiful she looked.
She took my answer sheet, scanning through what I have done and seeing I was already through, she made an effort to search me. I shifted aback not wanting her to touch me but she perceived my resistance and took it as an act of insubordination.
‘Will you stand upright!’ She bellowed in rage.
Seeing I was causing a scene, I gave in to her order and she searched my pocket, seeing nothing, she went further by checking my wristwatch, shoe and then putting her hand into my trouser pocket because she could see the budge; not knowing it was a calculator but behind that calculator was a suppressed erected panshan that is bent on disgracing me which she accidentally grabbed.
She abruptly stopped with her hands still in my picket, then she removed the calculator and I was hoping she won’t say anything about what she mistakenly grabbed.
‘What’s your name’ she asked for the whole class to hear
‘My name is Tolu’ I said, feeling scared. Her reaction was ineffable because she acted like nothing happened. I even doubted if she really grabbed panshan but panshan was still rigid and only subjugated by the ‘Lorein’ boxers I wore with the feel of this ‘angel’s touch’. She left the class but not after taking a second glance at me and later, after she had gone, I exchanged my ‘answered’ question sheet with Ahmed. Hafsat took hold of the opportunity and asked me to tell her answers to some questions which I did. Seeing I have done my part, I went to submit my paper.
I felt distracted and heaping blames on panshan. Mrs. Vera (as I later got to know) would be on the lookout for me. I don’t know what she might do to me and … I just don’t know. With these thoughts, I secretly left the school.
Coming to the shop was now more of an option and I solely decide when to leave or when to tarry. From inception of the exam, Mr. Gold advised I stayed at home so I could read, relax and concentrate on the exam at hand. I am now having raunchy times with Seyi anytime we cross path. It’s as if we both had the sexual-exploring spirit because anytime we were together or alone, I teasingly pinch her nipples or caress her Unclad laps while she sometimes grabs ‘panshan’; stroking it in retaliation. It was as if we were meant to arouse each other.
Hmm, she was a pro in getting panshan erect and her dressings to the institute were nothing but seductive. Mr. Gold suspected that there was a queer and surreptitious activity being played in the background between Seyi and I, Senior Roland almost caught us when she was busy groping panshan on a very good evening like that.
After much amorous engagement at the shop, the day was over which prompted me to leave for home. I had previously changed the route I do pass home due to any unwanted confrontation from Annabel. I rarely see her and also her presence makes me to have this déjà vu feeling. So, the journey to home is unnecessarily long and with the acrimony I had towards John, it implies I had to go home by myself.
I was walking home, cogitating on my next move. It won’t be a bad idea for me to have sex with Seyi but my heart flacks at the thought. I might have kissed and groped her on many occasion, but I always withdraw whenever she is directing my hands toward her vagina. I just can’t phantom myself dipping my fingers into … ‘Should I even do it? How sure I am that I won’t flop? What if I am also a one minute man? What if I don’t get the satisfaction and pleasure in penetrating her? What if…’
Too engrossed in my own thought was when Kike accosted me on the road with a plea over what she did. She was blaming everything on John saying she was manipulated.
‘ Tolu, Please, I’m sorry’
‘I love you, I love you, I love …’
She was about to balkanize in tears when I swiftly engulfed her in a heartily embrace, seeing she had stop heaving, I gently disengaged from the hug and engaged her in a propitious kiss . Hmm, her lips were already parted to receive the warmness of mine. It’s an irony that this was not the Tolu she knew. A loving Tolu she helped banished from the land of affection.
She wanted to disengage but I held her head still and I was wowed on how she submitted all her lips to mine as I travelled with my tongue visiting the upper and lower cavity… This girl is a bitch.
Seeing she has succumbed and responding fully to every tongue thrust, I stopped; leaving her rooted to her spot as I left without looking back.
I got home only for me to be welcomed by an infelicitous visitor sitting on the couch. I didn’t acknowledge his presence as I greeted my mum and about to make a dash to my room. The moment I took a step further, my mum nonchalantly asked if I didn’t see my senior seating as he had been waiting for me for long.
“Tolu, are you not the one he is waiting for?’
‘Yes ma, I just wanted to drop something and come meet him’
‘Okay, be fast so he could go home early. He had been waiting for long. I left my mum and went to drop the paraphernalia in my pocket on the bed after which I headed back to the parlor. Then, I shook hands with John and he was too ashamed to look at my face. Not wanting mum to ask if there was a problem, I told him to let us move outside which he obliged.
‘Tolu, I’m really sorry, she seduced me into…’
‘John, don’t worry, I hold nothing against you. I was disappointed but no qualms. We are cool’
We had a lengthy discussion that night which he revealed to me instances he had tried warning me about kike and Seyi, emphasizing on how promiscuous they were. He reminded me of the day Kike came to accost us on the road. He wanted to delve into their licentious lifestyle which I told him to stop.
Truly, before now, I felt John was not to be blamed. I might not talk to him but I have really learnt a lesson from him and I might have done what he did given that circumstance. I just felt he should have told me because he was aware I fell for Kike but… I was the one that was foolish. I really thought I had‘chemistry’ with kike. That was preposterous of me and not even when I saw the writings written visibly on the wall.
‘I don’t want to think about it’ I said to myself, It’s all in the past now.
After discussing for a time that seems like infinity, we shook hands in understanding and he left in an elated mood. To be candid, I don’t blame John but I will never forget what he did.
We both knew thing won't be the same as it was but we just settled in hope of giving it a long shot.
Oops! That wasn’t hard as I thought. In short, I should be thanking all of them for opening a new chapter in my life because I really love this chapter. How I wish I knew what was in the next chapter…
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|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 12:56am On Jul 23|
I should have updated yesterday but I made a vow not to come online for some time. I had to break it so i could update the story and that's why I have been recumbent for some time now. I hope you all understand and let me see if I will be coming online on tuesday.
'Uniben just dey give una guy tough time. So, man gotta face the the school squarely'
Thanks for your understanding.
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|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 12:58am On Jul 23|
eazykolobo:Haa, Oga mi, se bo n se saree niyen ni?
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 1:00am On Jul 23|
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by horwa140: 1:29am On Jul 23|
Ah just say make ah come para na so ah reach here d word just stuck for my throat abeg who dey sell fanta and chicken laps here
Thumbs up bro
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by eazykolobo(m): 8:17am On Jul 23|
Jackossky:smiles...tnkx for d update. alwz anticipating for d nxt. gracias
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Ann2012(f): 6:02pm On Jul 23|
Thanks for the update Jackossky
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Artzdanielsz(m): 9:10pm On Jul 23|
lovely update bro, keep it up
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by Damolarh(m): 9:58pm On Jul 23|
Thanks for the update Jackossky. We will definitely bare with you
|Re: INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon by eazykolobo(m): 12:55pm On Jul 24|
today is Tuesday ooo
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