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Akushika was number thirty on my DIAL list.
I didn’t have any compunctions about deceiving and making love to her, no.
I knew that in a way I hurt her, maybe badly, but that was the way it was. Really, I wasn’t wicked, no, far from that. I knew that she would hurt for a while, but she was wiser with that, and it would make her more experienced.
She would probably hate me, and probably hate boys too, but if there was real love then someone would eventually come along, heal her broken heart, and make her happy.
I wasn’t the settling-down kind of guy. For starters, love didn’t mean cowhide to me. It was all sentimental crap. I just couldn’t understand how a guy would tie himself with one girl and believe he was happy. No girl, in my estimation, was worth that sacrifice.
I was a realist, and I knew I would get bored with one body beside me. No girl had ever convinced me that I couldn’t live without her, and that meant that love really didn’t exist. To me, the fun was in the chasing, and then the real fun was in getting the girl naked and knocking her up. After that, she ceased to be an interest.
Life always moved on…and I moved on with it.
My thirtieth birthday was coming up.
I had the money, and I had the looks, and I could marry and comfortably take care of a hundred women if I had to, but I wasn’t interested.
This might sound callous, and might brand me as an unfeeling jerk, but both adjectives couldn’t be farther from the mark. My father was an industrialist. He struggled through life to make it, and he stuck to life with a rugged tenacity that eventually made him a rich man.
He was thirty-five years when I was born, and he was was just a carpenter then, without much of an education. The girl he loved, my mother, was the daughter of wealthy parents. They went to school together, and fell in love, or so my father thought. However, he couldn’t continue with his education because his parents couldn’t afford to pay his fees through university.
My father had had no option than to help his father with his carpentry vocation. Around that time my mother got pregnant. Actually, they planned it so that her family would let her marry my poor father.
Well, it seemed she went through an awful period of time during pregnancy, and somewhere along the line she decided she really didn’t love my father that much. She gave birth to me, but didn’t want to see my face. The doctors called it Post-partum depression – PPD.
Well, sure, whatever.
Anyway, her parents came to dump me on my father, and they sent my mother abroad. So I was raised by my grand-mother. She had to be injected with some drugs that produced hormones which made her get b----t-milk to breastfeed me.
So, I suckled at my grand-mother’s titties because my mother and her parents didn’t want me. Crap, wasn’t it?
But my old man, bless him, wouldn’t give up. Turned out he was a natural with wood, and he churned out incredible furniture and other wooden innovations that sold like the hottest cakes.
He made his money, and diversified. He was shrewd, you see, and his decision and investment plans were top-notch. My father made money, and put them into valuable ventures for me. Obviously, he didn’t want his only son to go through the same painful life that he had.
He never remarried, and he never brought women home. I knew he had other women, but he settled with any of them, or made them comfortable in his home. Obviously he was protecting his heart from being broken again.
By the time I was twenty years old, I was alone with my father because my grandparents were long dead. Father always drummed in my ears to kill my heart, and never let woman treat me like sawdust. Apt, wasn’t it?
He told me, in one extremely sad moment when he was showing me photographs of my mother, to live my life like Solomon who had three hundred wives and seven hundred mistresses.
He was drunk then, and he was only jesting, but I saw a sadness in him that day, and I did read about King Solomon. My old man taught me how to invest, and very soon I was running the businesses with him.
The girl that broke my virginity was a married woman.
She came to the shop one day to enquire about some of the luxury beds. She wasn’t quite satisfied with any we showed her, and so I took her to the back room to show her further samples.
When we were alone she simply locked the door, dropped her clothes, took hold of my throbbing appendage, and we made love on one of the beds. She refused to tell me her name, despite my probing, and eventually she got dressed again and left.
She was back a week later, Thursday night, four in the late afternoon.
We did it again, and once again she didn’t tell me her name. After the third time I simply wrote down her name on my phone as MYSTERIOUS LADY.
Later on, I kept staring at that name on my phone, and then casually I added 1 to it, and it became:
1. MYSTERIOUS LADY
And that was how the list began.
Later on, I met a girl at a dance club. I didn’t know her from crap. She was high on some drug, and I was quite drunk, and she was gyrating and grinding against me, and suddenly she held my hand and pulled me along to the washroom where we spent about twenty minutes pumping away against the wall.
Afterwards, when she was leaving the club, she came over to my corner, kissed me on the lips fully, and drunkenly declared.
“I got dial, baby!” she whispered. “See you sometime soon.”
“Dial?” I had enquired, then she and her friends giggled themselves silly.
“Try pronouncing that backwards, baby boy!” she said, and then they were gone.
I dipped the tip of my forefinger in a glass of Guinness and wrote on the dirty table: Dial.
Laid.
I god it, and I smiled, then giggled, then laughed.
Later at home, I added her to the mysterious lady:
1. MYSTERIOUS LADY
2. NIGHT CLUB CHICK
And then I paused for a moment, tapped above the names on my phone and wrote it: DIAL, and it became:
DIAL
1. MYSTERIOUS LADY
2. NIGHT CLUB CHICK
And then I was hooked on that list, and suddenly I wondered how I was going to fill it up, and how far I could go.
Eventually, it ended up in the HONEYZ folder on my laptop, and my DIAL list became active.
Thirty women…on DIAL.
Sometimes I added pictures I took of next to their names.
Sometimes some were naughty, and allowed me to take nude photos, and I added those as thumbnails next to their names.
Some were fascinated by sextapes, and so I uploaded my sexual encounters with them, captured on videos, next to their names.
There were single ladies on that list; married women, fair women, dark, tall, skinny, fat, African, foreign…d--n, it soon became like a kind of shrine to me, and I ended up trying to fill up that DIAL list as fast as I could.
And then I wondered if I could be like King Solomon and klonk a thousand women!
And then my obsession with my DIAL list began…
To fill it with a thousand women I had klonked!
Well, enough for that list but…oh, yes, I remember Number Seven on that list.
Actually, she was the oldest on the list.
She was tall and slim and elegant, but she was old. I met her at a rest stop restaurant. I was on my way from Kumasi, and I made a stopover at this cool spot to grab a bite to eat. A passenger bus turned in, and the passengers got out to stretch their limbs and get the cramps out of their bodies.
Later, their bus wouldn’t start up, and this elderly lady was looking absolutely harassed and pressed for time. It turned out she was on her way to Accra for a very important meeting, and she feared she would be late.
She asked if I was headed for Accra, and I just informed her she could join me. No names were exchanged. Halfway through the journey after we had relaxed in each other’s company, and I was getting the right vibes from her sex-starved body, I put a hand on her knee.
She was wearing this great cream skirt suit with a white inner, and the tops of her thighs were bare. I touched her thighs and she was so uncomfortable, trying to push my hand away, but her attempts were half-hearted.
So I pulled over, pulled her close, and kissed her slowly and gently.
She was panting like she just escaped the desert. She was clean and classy enough, hungry enough, sex-starved enough…and so we found a hotel forty minutes later.
She missed the meeting, but she was a tigress on that bed.
Afterwards, after she had exhibited the fiercest of lovemaking, she said there was no need to exchange personal information. She didn’t want to complicate things with me.
That was okay with me.
Once in Accra, she invited me to stay with her in the hotel for the night. Well, she had impressed me enough, and so I stayed. She was a bomb when she knew we had the whole night. She was insatiable, so well-versed!
I left her in the morning, absolutely deflated, and she ended up in my HONEYZ folder and on the DIAL list as: 07. KUMASI ROAD OLDIE.
We never met again.
My father died when I was twenty-five years, and I was in the deepest of agonies! He was all I had, my father, my best friend, my life!
Well, during the funeral, my mother finally showed up.
I had never met her in my life after she dumped me on my father.
She came with my grand-parents, and they were so filled with remorse. The woman who was my mother fell down and held my leg and cried. She was so devastated! She was sorry for abandoning me and my father, and she told me her three marriages had all failed because she loved my father so much.
Well, I stood there laughing.
Everybody was staring at me. Everyone was shocked, including my mother, as I stood there laughing with a mixture of happiness, shock and pain.
You see, everyone was shocked except my grand-mother whom I was meeting for the very first time.
Yes, you guessed right…
She was 07. KUMASI ROAD OLDIE.
My own grand-mother was on my DIAL list.
She was standing, and the expression of torture and acute horror was classic, so beautiful to me.
I didn’t know it at the time we made love on that Kumasi Road hotel and later in Accra.
She had driven my mother away, and ensured that I grew up without the love of my own mother. She had hated and despised my father, but her actions had ensured that she got klonked by her own grandson!
I laughed till I almost wet myself, whilst that old lady simply keeled over in a faint!
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I watched her as she slowly peeled her snip of a panty down her sleek legs.
To say she was a beauty would be an understatement.
Now this girl was a re-classification of beauty.
She was dark, probably the darkest girl I had ever been with, but her darkness glowed, as if she had some kind of light beneath her skin that came on when she was naked.
Her tummy was hollowed out, punctuated by that round dot of a navel that added artistic beauty to her general aura of mystique.
Her legs were long and perfectly-formed, her thighs sleek and stream-lined. Lord, her breasts were perfect orbs of sublime beauty, standing firm and proud but curving gently outward from a heavier down-t----t.
Her back…now that was something else!
Twin m----s of succulent beauties that a man could watch and play with forever!
She looked at me out of those large, wide-set eyes that for a moment were filled with a level of uncertainty again.
Now I was getting tired with her uncertainties, and I was in no mood to convince her all over again, and so I reached down and pulled my boxers to my ankles, flinging them off with a toss of my right leg, and then I flopped back on her large bed and held out my hands to her with a sweet, loving look on my face.
“Oh, Akushika!” I whispered with a catch in my voice. “You’re so beautiful! The loveliest girl I’ve ever seen! I’m going to spend my life with you because I love you so much! Come to me, my Ga angel, my Queen, my love.”
She looked down at the juncture of my thighs and saw the nodding appendage there, and then she smiled uncertainly and put her right knee on the bed.
“I love you too, Yao,” she whispered, her voice now very unhappy. “You know I’ve stayed a Christian for so long, three years now, and in that time I haven’t slept with any boy! My first boyfriend – the one that took my virginity – married a girl from his hometown. I swore I wouldn’t let any other boy see my unclothedness until marriage! So why can’t we wait, Yao, please, if indeed you love me and want to marry me?”
It was a story I had heard over and again in the eight months I had pursued Akushika. She was the beauty in the neighbourhood, the one they said no boy could have. Her heart, they said, was cast in tempered iron and surrounded by a fierce volcano.
No boy could have her, they said. She was a Christian freak too, and it would take a special angel from heaven to open up her heart.
Well, we had been here before, right here in her bedroom, where she had been ready to do a little tumble, and then she had started that whole speech-thing again.
This was about the fourth time, actually.
The first three times I had played the part of a smitten, understanding and loving boyfriend whilst inwardly amused. Somehow, her confusion always set off a tiny pinprick of guilt in my guiltless body, and I always stopped myself from forcing her to make love.
Well, this time it was not going to happen again.
I had wasted enough time with her already, not because I couldn’t force a closure, but basically because I had enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and I had wanted to prolong it a little bit more.
This lady had taken me on a hot chase, sure, and at a point in time of the game I had been convinced that she was the real deal, the exception to the rule that the great Yao Biko always, always got his prey.
I got up on my knees and put a hand on her waist, looking at her with fake eyes of love, with adoration dripping off my face in waves, but inwardly I was chuckling to myself.
With trembling lips I claimed her right n----e, and she shook violently like a tsunami was taking place within her sweet body. Her hands fell on my shoulder, and she made to push me away.
“Yao!” she moaned softly. “Please wait…wait, please…”
My right hand sneaked around her neck, and my lips covered that protesting mouth of hers, and I kissed her slowly and deeply. She went pliant like melted butter, and then I pulled her gently onto the bed.
I was still kissing her and slowly running a hand across her n-----s, causing her to tremble with sweetness and lustful desire playing a rhythmic accordion on her body.
My hand sneaked to her thighs and played with the hair under her abdomen, but when I tried to caress her, I realized her thighs were clamped together like clams, and no matter what I did she refused to open up.
Well…
I could give up and try to talk her into a mellow mood, but I knew that would be futile with Akushika. Once that uncertainty about making love to me entered her heart, the results would be another unattained goal.
There was always another way of opening up a girl’s thighs when they were clamped shut that tightly. Now, this approach of opening up a girl’s thighs was not a sure-fire route, no, because some girls might have a total aversion to the whole act.
However, a greater number of them, especially those who hadn’t tried it before, always opened up for a probing tongue.
It was time to find out if Akushika could carry on her charade forever, or she would go for the adventurous.
My hands left her thighs, and my tongue descended across her belly, rotated merrily around her navel, and then descended down to the close-cropped hair nestling on her Netherlands.
I probed deeper, expecting her thighs to tighten up and perform a vice shutdown like Alibaba’s greedy brother getting trapped inside the thieves’ cave, but they relaxed, and a little space was created.
“Yao?” she whispered tremulously as my tongue darted onto the knob of delight above her Gate of Honey. “What are you doing?”
Now, why do girls always ask the silliest of questions around this time?
My tongue was playing some finely composed jazz lines on your wet points and you were asking me what I was doing?
I am cooking yam, I almost shouted at her, and then I stopped myself just in time and giggled.
“I’m loving you, my sweetest Aku!” I whispered instead, and my voice was tenderly tender.
Her thighs flopped open, admitting me fully.
“Oh, Yao, my love, my King!” she whispered.
Once again I almost giggled.
King? Really?
I used my tongue, and soon she was tossing and moaning like a hummingbird. I opened one eye and saw that the fingers on her right hand were bunching up the bedsheets in blissful sweetness, and her legs were spread very wide now, her toes clenching and unclenching as if she had some motor reflex disease!
Her left hand was on top of my head, pressing my head down into her like she wanted to pop my head inside her and give birth to me.
Well, these were the signs that a woman was lost, and she wouldn’t close her thighs again even if her father appeared with a gun.
I eased up her body, using a part of the bedsheet to wipe my mouth clean, and then I was on top of her, teasing her entrance with my entry request.
She was bucking and whimpering, and looking at me like a lost orphan, her face all twisted up with passion.
She draped her calves across mine, and for a moment I almost drew back, but her right arm went around my neck and pushed my head down, at the same time she reached down with her left hand, held me and performed a divine guidance where there had been a devilish closure a few minutes previously.
There was only one thing to do then…
Ooooooooh yeaaaaaah!!
****
Two hours later I pulled my T-shirt down and stood staring down at her.
She was asleep, breathing gently with a happy smile on her face. She was tired and absolutely worn out. It had been that kind of session. In the end, she had lost all inhibitions and let herself go.
I had that effect on them, and I could draw out their passions and make them do things that they normally wouldn’t have dreamt of.
There was a tiny pinprick of guilt in my heart again as I looked down at her angelic face.
Here was a girl who had treasured her virginity, and in the end given it to a boy she thought loved her. He had eventually left her for another woman from his hometown, and she had immersed herself with Christianity, vowing never to make that mistake again till she got married.
And here I was, Yao Biko, smashing her stocked-up barriers and making her do sexual antics that a professional would have been proud of.
I sighed deeply and pushed my baseball cap on my head, and then I gently left her room. I went through their living-room where their house-help was cleaning the dining-table and reprimanding Aku’s younger brother who had evidently messed up the table with fufu and palm-nut soup.
A few minutes later I was in my car, driving away, when Aku’s call came through.
I looked at the screen and ignored the call.
She called twenty times more, but I didn’t pick up.
My WhatsApp pinged and kept pinging!
I dragged down the notification, and saw twenty-five messages from her…and still counting.
“Sorry, love,” I whispered and muted my phone, turning it upside down.
When I got home she was still calling through and messaging and sending voice notes! I sighed heavily and just switched off my phone.
First things first, though…
I sat down in front of my laptop and powered it up.
It was in hibernation mode, so it came on pretty quickly.
There was a folder on my desktop with a girly icon named HONEYZ.
I opened it up.
There was a word document in there named DIAL.
I opened it up…
It simply contained a list of girl names.
I scrolled to the name bullet-numbered 39, and I hit the enter button.
40 automatically entered, and I typed her name AKUSHIKA.
I closed it up and looked at the folder name DIAL…
Now try and read that backwards…
DIAL.
LAID.
Akushika just made it on the Yao Biko DIAL list.
She got laid….

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Raqueli - Episode1
The secret of her birth

Gwen 's POV

Another monotonous day, that's my life, uneventful and lame. My name's Gwendolyn McAlbert, raised by a single mom, Miss Geraldine. I'm seventeen and too much of a smart ass
I bade my mom bye before running to catch up with the school bus, I'm always running which I kinda love. In school I met my friend Emma waiting at my locker
'Did you hear the news?' She asked enthusiastically, gosh! She's a gossip but a sincere friend
'I don't care' I said coldly
'The four teenagers that were reported missing have been found!' She squealed. 'Well, not found but we now know where they are, one of their friends, Jerry finally confessed that they all planned to go to the cursed cave to find the treasure but he fell sick so they left without him'
'Humph'
'So in conclusion, they are dead, you know no one can ever survive that cave, it's cursed, nothing can destroy it or even seal it'
'Can I enjoy silent now?' I asked bluntly, she hissed
'You are no fun'
'And that's why you love me' I said jokingly and she laughed

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I was in the library looking for a book to read, something to take my mind off things when someone hugged me from behind, his breath on my neck, I sighed exasperatingly because I knew who it was
'Don't you ever get tired of bugging me?'

'As long as I love you, never!' Be said firmly
'It's been three years already, can't you just forget about me? I'm tired of living in fear that one of the M Sisters will see me, just leave me alone'

'Your words seems firm but your body is weak, can't you just accept the fact that you love me?' He said sadly, I removed his hands from my waist and turned around to face him
'Mark, just let me go, you have Madison, I can't let you cheat on her with me and have me killed, please' I pleaded, he will never listen
'But I knew you before her' he snapped, he was right, Mark and I knew each other from middle school, he was nice to me when his other friends except Andy weren't, I had feelings for him but I concluded that he will never love a girl like me, beside, I can't date, don't ask me why
Three years ago, he finally told me he was in love with me but I rejected him, I just couldn't date even when I loved him too, he never gave up on me, frustration pushed him into asking Madison (second leader of the M Sisters) out, just to make me jealous and come back to him but that only increased my fear, those girls were deadly, they do murder people and their wealthy parents always cover up their tracks
Now Mark was stuck with her but he still wouldn't let me be, I don't know what to do to get rid of him, it's my fault, I know but I have a reason why I can't date, again, don't ask why
'Mark, I know I'm hurting you but just let me go' I said soberly, he pulled me closer to him
'Never' then he kissed me, like always I would try to push him but then melt into his arms, he broke the kiss and smirked. 'Like always' I looked away. 'If you want me to let you go then at least just attend my brother's birthday party this Saturday, he misses you'
'If I come, do you promise to leave me alone?'
'I give you my words that after the party, I will stop disturbing you secretly' he said firmly but I should have noticed the cunningness of his words, he said 'secretly' but dumb me didn't get that
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'Good! See you there' he pecked my lips and bounced away happily

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'Gwen you can't go, it's a trap' Emma said anxiously, we were in her room, I followed her home and told her about my plans to go to Matt's birthday but she was overreacting
'It's not, I know Mark, he will never lie or do anything stupid to me' I said trustingly
'Don't be naive Gwendolyn, desperation can make people change, the same guy that kisses you every single chance he gets, sends you morning flowers each day and never let your phone be for three whole years can't just wake up one morning and decide to leave you like that, not so fast'
'Maybe he's tired of chasing me around' I said trying to convince myself not her
'Oh pe-lease, stop deceiving yourself, I might not know Mark like you do but i do know that he's not a guy that backs away from a fight, what he starts, he must always finish, even if he does want to end things with you, he must score a goal before backing out and that goal is your body, remember he still knows that you're a virgin, he will definitely like to leave with the record that he was your first everything' she said as a matter-of-factly
It made so much sense but when fate want you to fulfil your destiny, she will stop at nothing to achieve that
'You are right'
'I know I am, promise me you won't go to that party' she said pleadingly, I nodded. 'Say it'
'I promise that I won't go to Mark's party' she nodded with satisfaction, I said Mark's party, it was Matt's so the promise don't work on me

Three_days_later

Mom went on a business trip with her boss, the perfect opportunity, I was about bringing out my clothes when the doorbell rang, I ran to open it but Emma burst in
'Honey! I'm home!' She shouted shrilly

'First of all, I'm right here, second of all, what are you doing here?' I asked annoyed

'Making sure you don't go to that party, obvi' she said casually like it's nothing, I huffed and puffed secretly, she ran to my room to check, I trailed behind her glumly. 'Good girl, you listen to advice' she patted my head jokingly and threw herself on the bed, her phone rang but she ignored it
'Why don't you pick it up?' I asked suspiciously sitting beside her glancingly....Austin, her boyfriend who's in college

'It's nothing'

'Did you and Austin have a fight again?'

'No, he's back in town for two days and wants me to come spend the night with him' she said lowly
'I thought he was writing a test' I said confusedly

'In three days time'

'Then why bother to come back?'
'Says he's fucking Hot and can't concentrate on his studies, the blue balls are killing him'

'So he returned so he can have sex with you so he won't cheat and you don't want to go?'

'Someone have got to watch over you'
'I'm not going anywhere you fool, now get up and go satisfy your one in a million boyfriend's sexual desire, I mean he flew all the way from Australia to here just so he won't cheat on you and you are worried about me? Get out of here' she sat up and stared at me suspiciously before looking away sadly 'what's wrong?'

'I'm scared'

'Why?'
'Before he came here it means he couldn't bear it anymore and when he's at this edge, he bangs me too hard with that oversized thing of his, the last time I ended up bleeding badly'

'Then tell him to be gentle with you'

'He won't listen' she cried, I chuckled
'Do you want him to cheat on you?'

'Hell no!'

'Then get your ass going, if you listened to me and spent the summer holiday with him, this wouldn't have happened plus I know you, you're not trying to tell him at all, have you?'

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'Not really' she said sheepishly, I slapped her arm
'Tell him about it and he will be cautious, remember he loves you'
'Okay' she smiled and stood up. 'Better not go anywhere'

'I won't' I smiled, she hugged me and I escorted her out, I waited for thirty minutes before I wore my outfit, a black crop top with pink oblique stripes, a black tight jean short and pink wool sneakers, I wore a light makeup and carried my mom's pink bag
Half an hour later, I was standing at Mark's doorstep, contemplating if to go in or not

'Gwendolyn!' A cheerful voice exclaimed, I turned and saw Matt, looking young as ever, well no going back now

To be continued

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