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Re: Lost In Lust by LoveToRead: 6:52am On Feb 06
Nice update

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Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 4:36pm On Feb 06
I became uncomfortable with her questioning. Why was she asking all these?

‘I mean that thing you said about treating me right and me treating you right.’

‘So, what’s wrong with it?’

‘Er.. I love Naomi and I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to be unfaithful to her, madam.’

She laughed. ‘Who is asking you to be unfaithful?’

I opened my mouth but could not think of a word to say.

‘Come and sit down, Ola.’

I sighed and sat opposite her. If I said I was not surprised by the turn of event, I would be lying.

She poured some drinks inside the second glass and handed it to me. Again, I hesitated.

‘Come on,’ she urged.

I took the drinks and some sips.

‘It’s like you misunderstood what I said and what I meant,’ she said. ‘But let me ask you, and I want an honest answer: did you think I was
talking about us having sexual relationship?’

I gulped. Was that not what she was talking about? ‘Well, yes, madam. I definitely understood what you said to mean that there will be sexual
relationship between us.’

‘Seriously?’ She laughed. ‘Honestly, Ola, you have such a dirty mind. At fifty-one, d’you still think I’ll be crazy about sex?’

‘Er, I don’t know ma.’

‘I’m old enough to be your mother,’ she went on. ‘Yes, it’s true I said I wanted intimacy between us and that there should be mutual treating of each other right, but I didn’t mean it in the sexual way. ‘

I felt a little bit relaxed, but was still uneasy. ‘I’m sorry for miss-interpreting you, madam.’

‘It’s okay. You young men are like that. You’re always so full of energy and are quick to jump to conclusion.’

She looked at me intently.

‘You remind me of my first son,’ she went on. ‘I lost him a couple of years ago, and seeing you brought a deluge of his memories to me.’

‘I’m sorry about that,’ I answered.

‘Stop saying you’re sorry.’ She smiled to ease the scolding tone. ‘Dave was a very fine young man like you before he met with a gruesome
automobile accident. He was planning to take his heartthrob to the altar when disaster struck.’

‘I …I’m sorry to hear that,’ I repeated.

‘The intimacy I’m talking about is having someone to talk to – like now. It is an intimacy that has nothing to do with sexuality.’

I nodded. ‘Thank you, ma.’

‘So, please feel relaxed with me, I mean no harm.’

‘Thank you, madam. Thank you for your kind consideration.’


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Re: Lost In Lust by Zamar(m): 9:22pm On Feb 06
Nice update
Re: Lost In Lust by LoveToRead: 1:38pm On Feb 07
Interesting story
Re: Lost In Lust by kweensheba(f): 4:28pm On Feb 07
Cool story
Re: Lost In Lust by Janet96(f): 7:01pm On Feb 08
Interesting story
Re: Lost In Lust by SeyiDominion: 5:33am On Feb 10
Cool story.
Re: Lost In Lust by kweensheba(f): 6:35am On Feb 12
Ride on.
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 7:21am On Feb 13
‘The intimacy I’m talking about is having someone to talk to – like now. It is an intimacy that has nothing to do with sexuality.’

I nodded. ‘Thank you, ma.’

‘So, please feel relaxed with me, I mean no harm.’

‘Thank you, madam. Thank you for your kind consideration.’

‘I came back from Abuja about half an hour ago.’

‘How was the trip, madam?’

‘Hectic but successful. I’m kind of stressed up.’

‘Sorry about that.’

‘Thank you. Is your mother living here in Lagos?’

The question came as a surprise. ‘No, ma’am. She’s dead. But my father is alive in Ondo state.’

‘Sorry about that.’

‘Thank you, ma’am.’

‘Tell me about yourself.’

Before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

‘Come in,’ she said loudly.

The door was opened and a young lady brought a tray containing plates of fried chicken inside.

She directed her to put the tray on the center table.

‘Thank you,’ madam told the lady.

‘Yes, ma.’ The lady took her leave.

‘Here’s is chicken for us,’ she said, and took a big lap. ‘Help yourself.’

I certainly felt awkward. I was yet to be familiar with this woman and was a bit ill at ease on this her warm disposition.

‘Yes, I asked you to tell me about yourself,’ she said, smiling.

I cleared my throat. Where would I begin? I started with my secondary school days, back in my state. After that, I went to the Obafemi
Awolowo University to study Mechanical Engineering. After my NYSC, I came to Lagos and started working at my uncle’s bakery. That was my
last place of employment before I got my current job.

She looked at me as if she was fascinated. ‘That’s interesting.’

‘Thank you, ma’am.’

‘Now, you’ve not touched the chicken, or you don’t like it?’

I smiled. It was like asking a professional footballer if he hated an open field.

‘I like it,’ I said.

‘Well, go ahead and help yourself. Now, I have to tell you about myself too.’

I took a chunk of the meat and a big bite.

She told me how she came from a struggling home and how her parents struggled to pay her tuition fees while in school. Her husband too was
an engineer, a petroleum engineer who got employment at a multi-national oil company. Through connections, they had been able to set up
Eaglets oil marketing company, and they had three children – all grown up. Unfortunately, they lost the only son, leaving two daughters. All
would have been well between her and her husband, but for the fact that the man could sleep with anything in skirt.

I listened raptly to her story.

‘Your story is very interesting and touching,’ I commented.

She sighed. ‘Well, such is life.’ She poured more drinks for herself and took another chicken lap.

‘This last Abuja trip has stressed me a bit,’ she said. ‘I don’t know if I can ask you for a favor.’

A favor from me? That was amazing. What favor would a woman in the caliber of Big Mummy want from me?


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Re: Lost In Lust by BigBasher: 2:05pm On Feb 13
Interesting story.
Re: Lost In Lust by Janet96(f): 4:44am On Feb 16
Lovely update
Re: Lost In Lust by Zamar(m): 9:36pm On Feb 20
Cool story
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 8:10pm On Feb 22
Janet96:



Lovely update



Zamar:
Cool story


Thanks.
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 4:36am On Feb 23
This last Abuja trip has stressed me a bit,’ she said. ‘I don’t know if I can ask you for a favor.’

A favor from me? That was amazing. What favor would a woman in the caliber of Big Mummy want from me?

‘What favor, ma?’

‘I’m stressed up and I need a real massage. Can you do that?’

‘I don’t know if I’ll be good in that, ma’am. Perhaps, I can try.’

‘Eno, the lady that does it for me, has traveled. I just need it to ease off.’

‘I’ll try my best, madam,’ I said.

She took more sips. ‘Hey, you’re hardly drinking.’

I smiled and drank more.

‘Alright.’ She stood up. ‘Let me change from this office wear.’

‘Okay, madam.’

She first went to the door of the sitting-room where she locked the door before going to an inner room. I tried to relax and to assure myself that Big Mummy was just trying to be friendly. I also tried to assert that if indeed all she wanted was a massage, there was no harm in giving her one. I would not be cheating on Naomi as long as sex was not involved.

After about five minutes, Big Mummy called from a room: ‘I’m ready. You can come in now.’

I sighed, stood up and went to the door. My hand hovered on the handle and I took some seconds to assure myself before opening it and going inside. It was a nice looking bed-room with a large bed. Madam Rose was lying on her belly on the bed, clad only in a tight, black short and a black bra. She still looked beautiful, and there was no doubt that she must be very beautiful when she was younger.

She was not on the slim side. As a matter of fact, that was an understatement. She was on the fat side. Her face was chubby while her body was rotund. There were slabs of fat on her waist, thighs and arms. The bra she was wearing appeared to be a bit tight. It was probably a push-up type that was a little bit small for the size of her bosom. In all, the view of her body showed that she needed to shed some weight.
She smiled at me.

I smiled back and moved to her side, trying not to feel clumsy.

‘The gel you’ll use is on the stool,’ she said, pointing at the bedside stool. I nodded and opened the plastic bottle. I then rubbed some of the content on my palms and in return moved my palms over her back.

‘Uhm, that feels good,’ she muttered and
closed her eyes.

I remembered one of the documentaries on stress therapy I had watched and how the masseurs had displayed their skill. I tried to imitate how they had done it, moving my fingers stylishly but purposefully. Slowly, determinedly, my hands moved up and down her black. She closed her eyes but I could sense that she had feelings of contentment.

I did that for several minutes.

‘Alright.’ She turned to lie on her back. ‘I need that too on my thighs and legs.’

I applied more lotion on my palms and massaged her thighs, down to her legs.

‘Where did you learn this?’ she asked.

I tried to smile. ‘I watched a documentary on it, ma,’ I replied.

‘My God, you’re very good.’

I grinned. ‘Thank you, ma.’

After another several minutes, she sighed. ‘I feel much better now. Wow, you’ve done wonders on my body.’

‘Thank you, ma.’ I put the cap of the tube back and straightened up.

‘You can wash your hands in the bathroom over there.’ She pointed to the room. I went there and used a sachet of detergent I found there to wash my hands.

She was dressing up when I returned to the bed-room.

‘Thanks so much, Ola. I enjoyed that.’

‘You’re welcome, madam.’ I returned to the sitting-room and picked up my bag.

‘You can pack the remaining chicken,’ she said.

‘Thanks, ma.’ There were some rolls of toiletry brought with the chicken. I rolled the remaining pieces and put them in my bag.’

‘Are you broke?’ she asked. ‘Whenever you need money, let me know.’

‘Thanks, ma. I’m okay for now.’

‘Alright, Ola see you again.’

‘Thank you, ma.’

I left the place, convinced that it was a worthwhile experience. I decided I would do Big Mummy’s bidding, as long as it was to chat or massage her body. There was definitely no problem with that. She was just trying to be nice and there was no need I regarded her with suspicion or treat her with aloofness.

But I would not tell the details of this encounter to Naomi. She would be suspecting that something was going on between us, even when none existed. I would only tell her that the madam said I reminded her of her son and was trying to be nice to me. I also decided that whatever I made from Big Mummy, I would spend substantial part of it on Naomi in form of gifts. I must really appreciate her.


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Re: Lost In Lust by BigBasher: 9:44pm On Feb 23
Nice update

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Re: Lost In Lust by Janet96(f): 5:19am On Feb 26
Interesting

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Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 7:02am
But I would not tell the details of this encounter to Naomi. She would be suspecting that something was going on between us, even when none existed. I would only tell her that the madam said I reminded her of her son and was trying to be nice to me. I also decided that whatever I made from Big Mummy, I would spend substantial part of it on Naomi in form of gifts. I must really appreciate her.

The following day was Friday. About noon, I got a call from madam that I should come to her office.

‘Good afternoon, madam,’ I greeted.

‘Good morning, Ola. How’re you?’

‘I’m fine, ma.’

‘Today is Friday. How d’you intend to spend your weekend?’

‘I’ll be going to Naomi’s place on Saturday for the weekend,’ I replied, wondering if she had an official task for me.

She nodded. ‘That’s okay. Can you wait for me at the guest house today? I’ll need that massage again.’

I smiled innocently. ‘That will be no problem, madam.’

She smiled warmly too. ‘Good. I know I can always count on you.’

I nodded.

‘We’ll meet there,’ she reiterated.

I drove to the place few minutes after five o’clock after we had closed. I waited in the place that served as lobby. I had to wait for long as Big
Mummy did not come around until few minutes to seven.

‘I’m sorry for coming quite late,’ she said. ‘I had to attend to some business matters.’

‘I can understand, ma’am,’ I replied.

I followed her to her ‘suite.’

‘What will you like to eat? Let’s order for food.’

‘Any food will be okay,’ I said.

She ordered for fried rice and chicken. After the food, she opened a bottle of wine as if we were celebrating.

I took the wine and relished the taste. I was having a nice time and I seemed to savor it. I looked at my watch. It was already after eight.

‘You have an appointment?’ she asked.

‘No, ma.’

‘Then, relax. There’s no need to hurry.’

I nodded and sat back comfortably on the sofa.

Few minutes to nine, madam said she would like to have a shower and change. Surreptitiously, I looked at the time again. Gosh, if I should be
in Lekki at that time, it meant I would not get to my Isawo residence until eleven o ‘clock! And she appeared to be taking her time in doing
things. Even the shower and the changing of clothes took more than half an hour!

In what seemed to be an eternity, she finally told me she was ready for the massage. I went to meet her in the room where I had met her the
other time. She had changed to her a short and was wearing a white bra to cover her chest. She was lying in the same position and was smiling
at me.

I took the gel and started the rubbing. The systematic massaging started from the center of her back, up to the nape of her neck and down to
her waist. It further moved down to her hips, thighs and legs.

‘You’re so good, Ola,’ she said. ‘I’m sure if you open a massage parlor, you’ll get many customers.’

I smiled at her joke.

Her eyes remained close and she was obviously pleased with my efforts.

‘Are you angry with me?’ she asked.

‘Me? No, ma. Why should I be angry?’


‘You might be angry that I delayed you.’

I tried to shrug it off. ‘It’s okay, ma.’

She opened her eyes. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, I’m sure.’

I did the massaging for several minutes. ‘Alright,’ she finally said. ‘You can take a break.’

A break! What did that mean?


‘It’s getting late,’ she continued. ‘You can sleep in this guest house today. It’s not safe to go home late.’

I checked the time again and was amazed that it was already ten p.m.

I nodded. ‘Yes, it’s not good to go home late.’

She smiled happily, turned on her back and stared at me. I looked away.

‘I think I should go and wash my hands, now,’ I said.

‘Wait.’

I stopped and briefly looked at her.

‘Are you sure you’re not angry with me?’ she asked.

‘No, no, ma’m. I can’t be angry with you.’

She sat up on the bed and stood up. ‘If you’re not, then come and give me a hug.’

I looked startled.

‘Don’t look like that,’ she said, almost in a plaintive tone. ‘What is the crime in giving someone a hug?’

I tried to look indifferent but it wasn’t easy. A hug for a woman clad only in under-wears? It would be like hugging electric current. But, maybe
it would be a desirable current. Alright, if she wanted a hug, Ola, give her a hug, my mind said.




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Re: Lost In Lust by Pass11: 8:00am
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