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"Attention all brothers! I'm sad to say this, but at this moment, there's little I can do to help you if you've failed to help yourself. I'm tired, and I don't think I can continue having sexual intercourse with all your serious girlfriends due to your lack of proper bedroom skills.

Just yesterday, my buddy's serious girlfriend stormed out of my bed, annoyed but with a satisfying smile. Her parting words were: "I don't like doing this with you, but Olatunde is a two-minute man. Your friend is a two-minute man, and I'm sincerely tired of him. If he had handled me well, I'm sure you'd never have seen my pants in your life."

Fear not, dear brothers! I've got your back. I refused to further indulge her desires, upholding the sacred bro code before I get Balthazared.

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Another serious girlfriend of landed on my doorstep this week, and with PMS prices skyrocketing, I couldn't let her trip go to waste (talk about return on investment!). Let's just say we rewrote the Kama Sutra, explored every style imaginable (yes, including the tricky ones from your favorite adult website), and made the gods of pleasure smile.

As the CEO of Pleasure Inc. (aka Quadri Alagbo),disappointment isn't in my business plan. However,I'm taking a temporary celibacy break next week - a.k.a. "Sexual Detox" or "My Wallet's Plea for Mercy."

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Nothing lasts forever," they say. Deep in me, I knew my celibacy journey was a thing of days, not weeks. Life selling sexual enhancement herbs seems to have blown me into riches, granting me free sex. Even on days I decide to be steadfast and disciplined with my vows, the sweet nature of Eves always seems to sell me out easily.

Just like my forefathers and the biblical Samson and Solomon, we are born to recreate. The major process of human recreation is through the sweetness of what your serious girlfriend cherishes the most.

The presence of league football did nothing to conquer my libido, Arsenal failed to defeat the pensioners, shitty lost but Liverpool seems to be going stronger..I keep wondering if my darling gunners would ever win the League again. So after my mini disappointment,I retired back to my bed at night, never had I derived joy from the comfort of being outside; nothing was going to come between the undying, unquantifiable, unimaginable love I have for my room.

So, after the herculean task of cleaning up my small space, making sure the toilet and kitchen sparkled like new, I retired into my bed. Armed with me was a steaming bowl of what my mom would have termed "poison" (sorry, I suck at cooking). But what I made today was far better than my previous attempt; the rice was good, the stew was a little overcooked, but Bleep my taste buds – in the battle of food, only my stomach matters.

So, after devouring my Hilda Baci (chai, that yansh again) inspired cooking, the air of Eros came knocking on my door. This familiar tightening in my lower stomach came visiting; it was konji and its disciples, and my home was their meeting point.

As konji and its disciples gathered in my home, I knew my celibacy journey was nearing its end. The air was thick with tension, and my stomach tightened with anticipation. I thought of all your serious girlfriend who'd tempted me before, but none compared to the one knocking on my door.
Beauty was her name, physical asset was her second name and his ancestral lineages was from the folks that specialized in tormenting men in bed



"Who is it?" I asked, stalling.

"Olamide,Adedayo's girlfriend," a sultry voice replied.

I opened the door to find a stunning woman, her curves accentuating in her red gown. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew I was my celibacy was on it last leg

As I stepped aside, Olamide's gaze swept across the room, her eyes lingering on the faint scent of incense and the soft candlelight. She smiled, knowing she was the reason for this setup.

"Adedayo sent me," she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's his message?"

Olamide's lips curled. "I overheard him talking about your masterful ability in bed and I'm here to find out since Adedayo has failed to borrow a leaf out of your book and treat me like a proper woman...

With that, she glided in, her red gown shimmering like fire. My resolve crumbled, and I knew I was lost.

"Stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Olamide's laughter sent shivers down my spine. "I planned to," she said, her eyes flashing with desire.

As she drew near, her warmth enveloped me, and I felt the last threads of my celibacy unravel.





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"Olamide, wetin dey worry you?" I asked, trying to sound innocent, as we sat in my cozy living room.

"Quadri, Adedayo no dey perform well," she replied, her Yoruba accent thick and sultry. "I tire of pretending. He no dey last, and I need someone wey go make me feel alive."

I nodded sympathetically, understanding her frustration. "Don't worry, I go help you. But first, let's talk about Adedayo. What's going on?"

Olamide sighed, her shoulders sagging. "We've been dating for two years, but the spark's gone. He's always tired, always stressed. And when we try...you know...he can't keep up."

I listened attentively, my mind racing with solutions. "I see. And what about you? What do you need?"

Olamide's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with desire. "I need someone who can satisfy me, quadri. Someone who'll make me forget Adedayo's shortcomings."

As we sipped tea made from Nigerian chocolate, Olamide's legs brushed against mine. The touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Quadro, make I confess," Olamide said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don dey feel something for you since our first conversation. You're charming, intelligent, plus you sell herbs for sexual enhancement,you are the epitome of a perfect man...and I sense say you fit."

My heart skipped a beat. "Olamide, you be Adedayo's girlfriend."

"Adedayo no dey satisfy me," she replied, her eyes flashing with desire. "But I sense say you fit. You have the charm, the confidence...and I know you'll make me feel alive."

The air was electric. My resolve weakened.

"Olamide, are you sure?"

She nodded, her lips parting. "Mo sure, Quadri."

With that, my resolve shattered. Our lips met, and the room dissolved into passion.

As we broke apart, gasping for air, Olamide smiled mischievously.

"Quadri Omo iya Alagbo, you be better than Adedayo."

I chuckled, feeling victorious. "Na so dem dey talk."
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Olamide burst through the door, a sly grin spreading across her face. Her friends, Taiwo and Kehinde, looked up from their phones, curiosity beams on their faces.

"Girls, make una come hear wetin happen," Olamide said, retiring her tired body on the couch.

Taiwo and Kehinde exchanged a knowing glance. "Wetin dey happen, Olamide?" Taiwo asked, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Olamide leaned in, an exciting whisper escaping her lips. "I spend night with Quadri Omo iya Alagbo, and chai, that guy sabi the thing."

Kehinde's eyes widened. "The Quadri Omo iya Alagbo? Adedayo's friend?"

Olamide nodded, a proud smile spreading across her face. "The one and only Omo iya Alagbo's,the president of bedmatics republic."

Taiwo's expression turned serious. "Olamide, how you fit do am? You dey cheat on Adedayo with him friend,you no get conscience ooo."

Olamide shrugged. "I know say e no right, but I no fit help myself. Quadri be correct guy, and him get charm, and I don too miss correct collabo my sis."

Kehinde chimed in, her voice laced with guilt. "Olamide, you dey play with fire. Adedayo go kill you if him find out,you no dey fear him six packs?"

Olamide rolled her eyes. "What's six packs if you can't pack out my womb with gbola on bed..Adedayo no go find out,and even if him find out, I go just deny am."

Taiwo shook her head. "Olamide, you no dey think about the consequences. You dey risk your relationship with Adedayo, and for wetin? One-night stand with Quadri?"

Olamide's smile faltered, and for a moment, she looked uncertain. But then her expression hardened, and she shrugged. "I go worry about am later. For now,Quadri Omo iya Alagbo gbola dey sweet me ."





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As Tawio listened to Olamide's never ending tales of Quadri Alagbo sexual prowess, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Quadri, the charming,handsome and sex Stallion guy who had apparently gave Olamide orgasms of her life.she had met Quadri a few times before, and had to admit that she found him attractive,tho not in a sexual way. But things was rapidly changing in my head and she knew the dynamics of him has forever changed

As Olamide continued to gush about Quadri's charms,Taiwo found herself feeling more and more resentful. Why did Olamide get to experience the thrill of being with Quadri, while she was stuck on the sidelines? She tried to push the thoughts aside, telling myself that I was being ridiculous. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing out on something special.

As they continued to chat, she found myself stealing glances at Olamide, trying to gauge her reaction to Quadri's charms. Was she really as smitten as she seemed, or was she just trying to make me jealous? She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in her shoes, to experience the thrill of being with Quadri.

As the conversation drew to a close, Taiwo was engulfed in a strange silence while Olamide and Kehinde were chatting away, laughing and joking, she sat there feeling like a spectator. She tried to shake off the feeling, telling herself that she was just being silly. But as she stood up to leave,she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.she wanted to be the one who got to experience the thrill of being with Quadri. She wanted to know what it was like to have him hold me, to kiss me, to make love to me.


As she walked home, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing out on something special. She found myself wondering what Quadri was like in bed, whether he was gentle or rough, whether he was a good lover. She felt a flush rise to my cheeks as realized the direction her houghts were taking. She was a good girl, she told myself. She didn't think about things like that. But as she lay in bed that night, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was secretly wishing to be with Quadri, to experience the thrill of being with him,she wanted to feel everything Olamide felt mor, she wanted to be wasted in bed...
"And, unlike Olamide who was cheating on his boyfriend with someone her boyfriend considered as friend,she has been single for months,so no guilt attached to the step she's about to take, she murmured to herself...

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Her next few days were spent trying to map out plans to fulfill her wish of intimacy with Quadri. Though she could claim to know Quadri, she knew she couldn't consider him a friend; they had barely talked, except for Olamide's 24th birthday celebration, where they briefly engaged in a political discussion.she could swear he was intelligent; he carefully laid out his opinions, and she was impressed. Then, out of the blue, she remembered Kehinde, her twin sister, needed infection herbs from Quadri and got his number for business. Since then, they'd developed a friendly rapport. However,she knew Kehinde would never cheat on her boyfriend; her sister was that committed.

She enlisted Kehinde's help, asking her to invite Quadri to our all white night party out at Lounge 55.

"Kehinde,I need a favor," she said, trying to sound casual over the phone.

"What's up?" Kehinde asked, curiosity piqued.

"Invite Quadri to our all white party. I want to get to know him better," she replied, my heart racing.

Kehinde raised an eyebrow, though she couldn't see her. "You're interested in Quadri?" she teased.

She nodded, feigning nonchalance. "Maybe. Just invite him."

Kehinde chuckled. "Consider it done. But, Taiwo, be careful; You know what Quadri can do ooo

"I know," she replied, downplaying my intentions.

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The past few days had been undoubtedly dry; the market barely moved. The sight of Adedayo, who had come visiting me last minute, had greatly troubled my mind...Adedayo was a great friend and a good guy;we’d been together since ND 2 days at Moshood Abiola Polytechnic...While I couldn’t proceed further due to financial constraints, Adedayo continued and did his NYSC four years ago..As fate would have it,Adedayo moved from his hometown in Abeokuta to Ikorodu,and we briefly lived together in my apartment for two months before he secured his own place.Sometimes in life,life doesn’t give you everything you truly deserve, and sometimes life gives you more than you deserve;the former was Adedayo’s case.

In all honesty, I wasn’t a bad friend;even Adedayo could testify to how supportive I’d been to him...He’d often say, "Boboyii, na man you be;I never see person wey money no mean nothing to am like you;you spend it on people like you don’t work hard for it." But no matter how good a man may be,everyone has their Achilles’ heel...Guess Adedayo’s lack of expertise in bedmatics was his. Mine was the insatiable urge for sex,I am the indabooski bahooze,dodo mayana,balogun dododanwa,Ori-Ade afi oko shola,aloyin lepon of ikorodu kingdom...

I didn’t call what I did fornication; rather, I thought I was fulfilling the will of God on earth. As Jesus was created to save the world, Quadri Alagbo was made to serve pleasures to all willing women. For the last seven years of my life, I’d dutifully followed my calling and never failed.

I didn’t notice how deep I’d gone in thought until the sudden ring on my phone arrested my thinking and jolted me back into reality. Checking the phone,it was a call from Kenny. For some brief seconds,I wondered why Kenny was calling me.

Her voice came first the moment I picked the call. "Hey, Quadri! What's up?" Kenny asked.

"I dey ooo, Kenny, this one that you called me today. What's up with you fine girl?" I replied.

"Haha, you don start with your teasing. Who be fine girl for here, and shey I no fit call you again ni?" Kenny said.

"Haha, no vex now, me and you be padii now, and you fit call me anytime, but the truth be say you no dey call me like that unless something sup, so fine girl kilosele?" I asked.

"Ok, anyways, you don catch me. The girls be wan host all-night party ni, and I for like make you come," Kenny replied.

"Omoh, party ke," I added.

"I know you don't like parties, but pls don't decline this invite," Kenny pleaded.

"Oyaa now, na because of you I go show up ooo. You know say parties no be really my thing," I continued.

"Oyaa now, thank you. I'll forward you the details on WhatsApp," Kenny added.

"Alright, I'll be expecting," I said.

"Pls come ooo," Kenny added and ended the call.

After the call, for a brief moment, I imagined Kenny's sweet curves. I had always wanted her, but for long, but she seemed out of reach. Maybe the time to preach the bedmatics gospel to her was finally here. I smiled.



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The WhatsApp details came in after some minute and it read

Venue: Oklahoma cathedral,3/4 kosi alabaro bus stop ikorodu Lagos
Dress code:all white from head to top
Time:8pm till dawn
No African time
The thought of the party engulfed my mind,I knew Olamide was going to be there, we've barely talked since the day it went down between us,and I wasn't going to lie,she was such a good lay...
"Maybe" that was why Adedayo never left her despite her obvious flaws." I murmured to myself...


I couldn't wait to hear from Kehinde after she promised to talk to Quadri on my behalf..
Tho Kehinde was my twin sister but our life and choices were the polar opposite, while I was the daring type,the hot pant who lived her life on the edge...I think I had done it all in life, always been a hoe in life while she was the good girl who's only onto his second guy after the man who took his virginity travelled out of the country and ended conversation...
Sex was an art and a business to me,I bleeped everyone I wanted to Bleep, bleeped my crush,bleeped for grades,Bleep for promotions, bleeped for love, bleeped for stuff you can't imagine and at the time I thought I had passed my hoeing stage and wanted to start something serious but a hoe will always be a hoe, Quadri Alagbo was the next target and maybe after that she was going to retire and look for something serious again

Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Kehinde. "Hey, sis," she said, her voice cheerful. "I talked to Quadri, and he's interested in coming to the party."

My heart skipped a beat. "Really? What did he say?"

Kehinde chuckled. "Why are you asking what did he say, it's a party now and he wants to come ". But be careful, okay? Because I don't understand this new found craziness for Quadri .

I grinned, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Don't worry, sis. It's not a big deal."

Kehinde sighed. "I hope so, Taiwo. I really do."

We chatted for a bit longer before hanging up. I couldn't wait to see Quadri at the party and take things to the next level. Little did I know, the night had more in store for me than I bargained for.




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Taiwo stood in her room, staring at the confirmatory text from Kehinde,she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The party was tonight, and she knew today was likely going to be the day if she played her cards well. She began to get ready, trying on different outfits and doing her hair and makeup. As she dressed, her mind kept wandering back to Quadri. She had been thinking about him nonstop since she offered to talk to him on her own behalf. What would he say to her? Would he even notice her at the party? She thought to herself. She pushed the thoughts aside and focused on getting ready. Slipped on her all-white outfit, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door, and she told herself that even the blind could testify to how beautiful and hot she looked.

The party was already in full swing when Quadri arrived, dressed in a simple white kaftan and footwear that screamed luxury. He was looking more handsome than she remembered, and the more she glanced at him, the wetter her pussy got. While her eyes never left him, she perceived he was scanning through the room looking for familiar faces, and after a few minutes, the first point of conversation finally occurred.

Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. He smiled, and she felt her knees weaken. This was it. This was her chance to make a move. As she watched, Quadri began to make his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on hers. She felt a flutter in her chest, anticipating their meeting. But just as he was about to reach her, a voice cut through the music.

"Quadri!"
They both turned to see Olamide, resplendent in a stunning white revealing dress, making her way towards them. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the scene.

"Quadri, darling," she said, air-kissing his cheek. "I didn't know you were going to be here."

Quadri smiled, his eyes turned. "Kehinde invited me, and you look stunning, Olamide," he said.

Her stomach tightened at his remarks about Olamide. He hadn't even commented on her dress before this witch came over, she thought to herself.

As she watched Olamide flirt shamelessly with me,shecouldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Why was i so taken with her? Didn't I notice me standing here, looking stunning in my all-white outfit?

Just as I was starting to feel like I was invisible, Quadri's eyes met mine again. He smiled, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

"Excuse me, Olamide," Quadri said, turning back to her. "I think I saw someone I need to talk to."

Olamide's eyes narrowed slightly, but she smiled and nodded. "Of course, darling. Go ahead."

Quadri made his way towards me, his eyes locked on mine. I felt my heart racing with anticipation.

"Hey," he said, smiling. "You look stunning tonight."

My heart skipped a beat at his compliment. Maybe, just maybe, this night was going to turn out better than I expected.

My eyes locked onto Taiwo, and I could feel a shiver run down her spine. "You sure you're okay?" I asked again, my voice low and concerned. She nodded, trying to brush off the feeling. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... overwhelmed." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I could sense the vulnerability behind her words.

My gaze lingered on hers for a moment before I nodded. "Okay, if you're sure. But if you need anything, just let me know." I meant it, too. There was something about Taiwo that drew me in, something that made me want to protect her and keep her safe.

As I turned back to Olamide, Kehinde felt a pang of disappointment. Had she misread the situation entirely? But then, my hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through her body. It was a subtle touch, but it spoke volumes.

"Excuse me, Olamide," I said, turning back to Taiwo. "I think I'm going to go get some fresh air." The music was starting to get on my nerves, and I needed a break.

"Okay, have fun, I'll go get some drinks, talk to you later," Olamide responded, winking at me before she disappeared into the crowd.

"Care to join me?" I asked Taiwo after Olamide's departure. I wasn't sure if she'd say yes, but I hoped she would.

Taiwo's heart skipped a beat, and I could sense her excitement. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, sure. I could use some fresh air."

As we stepped outside, the cool night air enveloped us, and we chatted easily about everything and nothing. The city lights twinkled around us, casting a magical glow over the night.

I was beginning to feel a sense of comfort and ease around Taiwo that I hadn't expected. It was as if we'd known each other and been talking for years, not just minutes.

I leaned against the railing, my eyes gazing out at the cityscape. "So, Taiwo, what do you do?" I asked, turning to her. I was genuinely curious about her life and passions.

Taiwo shrugged. "I'm a freelancer... though gigs haven't been regular. But I'm thinking of starting an online fashion store too... Just trying to figure out my life, you know?" Her voice was filled with a sense of uncertainty, but also determination.

I nodded sympathetically. "I do know. It's tough trying to navigate your way through life. But I'm sure you'll figure it out." I meant it, too. Taiwo had a spark in her eyes that I admired.

Our conversation flowed easily, and I found myself feeling more and more at ease around Taiwo. It was as if we were two old friends reconnecting after years apart.

As we talked, I couldn't help but notice the way Taiwo's eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled or the way her hair curled slightly at the nape of her neck. I felt a flutter in my chest, and suddenly, I was aware of Taiwo in an entirely different way..

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My eyes locked onto Taiwo, and I could feel a shiver run down her spine. "You sure you're okay?" I asked again, my voice low and concerned. She nodded, trying to brush off the feeling. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... overwhelmed." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I could sense the vulnerability behind her words.

My gaze lingered on hers for a moment before I nodded. "Okay, if you're sure. But if you need anything, just let me know." I meant it, too. There was something about Taiwo that drew me in, something that made me want to protect her and keep her safe.

As I turned back to Olamide, Kehinde felt a pang of disappointment. Had she misread the situation entirely? But then, my hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through her body. It was a subtle touch, but it spoke volumes.

"Excuse me, Olamide," I said, turning back to Taiwo. "I think I'm going to go get some fresh air." The music was starting to get on my nerves, and I needed a break.

"Okay, have fun, I'll go get some drinks, talk to you later," Olamide responded, winking at me before she disappeared into the crowd.

"Care to join me?" I asked Taiwo after Olamide's departure. I wasn't sure if she'd say yes, but I hoped she would.

Taiwo's heart skipped a beat, and I could sense her excitement. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, sure. I could use some fresh air."

As we stepped outside, the cool night air enveloped us, and we chatted easily about everything and nothing. The city lights twinkled around us, casting a magical glow over the night.

I was beginning to feel a sense of comfort and ease around Taiwo that I hadn't expected. It was as if we'd known each other and been talking for years, not just minutes.

I leaned against the railing, my eyes gazing out at the cityscape. "So, Taiwo, what do you do?" I asked, turning to her. I was genuinely curious about her life and passions.

Taiwo shrugged. "I'm a freelancer... though gigs haven't been regular. But I'm thinking of starting an online fashion store too... Just trying to figure out my life, you know?" Her voice was filled with a sense of uncertainty, but also determination.

I nodded sympathetically. "I do know. It's tough trying to navigate your way through life. But I'm sure you'll figure it out." I meant it, too. Taiwo had a spark in her eyes that I admired.

Our conversation flowed easily, and I found myself feeling more and more at ease around Taiwo. It was as if we were two old friends reconnecting after years apart.

As we talked, I couldn't help but notice the way Taiwo's eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled or the way her hair curled slightly at the nape of her neck. I felt a flutter in my chest, and suddenly, I was aware of Taiwo in an entirely different way..

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Taiwo's eyes sparkled as she began to share more about her passions and interests. "I've always loved fashion," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I used to spend hours sketching designs and dreaming up new ideas. But it wasn't until I started freelancing that I realized I could turn my passion into a career."

As Taiwo spoke, I found myself becoming more and more captivated by her. Her energy was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her creativity and drive.
Out of the blue,I asked Taiwo, my voice casual but hopeful. "Would you like to grab coffee with me sometime? Maybe we could continue this conversation in a quieter setting."

Taiwo's eyes sparkled, and she smiled, her lips curving upward. "I'd love to," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

My heart skipped a beat as I grinned back at her. "Great," I said, feeling a sense of excitement. "I'll give you my number, and we can set something up."

As we exchanged numbers, our fingers touched, sending a spark of electricity through my body. I felt a sense of anticipation, wondering what might happen next.

As we said our goodbyes and headed back to the party, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I'd add Taiwo to the list of conquered girls.


"I've always been fascinated by people who can turn their passions into careers," I said, smiling at Taiwo. "I've always felt like I'm still searching for mine."

Taiwo's eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense a spark of curiosity. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice soft and encouraging.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over me. "I've always felt like I'm just going through the motions," I admitted. "I'm very good with my herbs business, a nice apartment, but sometimes I feel like something's missing. Like I'm just waiting for something more to come along,I'm just waiting for my music career to get the needed boost."

Taiwo's expression was thoughtful, and I could sense her empathy. "I think we all feel that way sometimes," she said. "Like we're just searching for something more."
Listened to few of your songs on Olamide's phone and I can't help but admit that they're cool...

As we stood there, the city lights twinkling around us, I felt a sense of connection with Taiwo that I couldn't ignore.

As I headed back into the main party building, I couldn't help but notice the uneasiness etched on Olamide's face. Her expression seemed to ask more questions than I could answer. I slipped into the chair reserved for me, but my mind was preoccupied with Olamide's peculiar look. It made me question my decision regarding Taiwo. "Maybe some things are better left alone," I thought to myself, aware that my friendship with Adedayo was already on shaky ground. And now, Olamide seemed to be harboring jealous feelings.

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed with a notification from Olamide: "Meet me in the toilet." I raised an eyebrow as I read the notification from Olamide. What could she possibly want to talk to me about in the toilet? I was intrigued and a little concerned.

I made my way to the toilet, my mind racing with possibilities. When I arrived, Olamide was already there, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of her emotions bearing down on me.

"What's going on, Olamide?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Quadri," she spat, her voice low and venomous. "Taiwo. You're really falling for her, aren't you?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. This was not a conversation I wanted to have. "Olamide, what's going on? You're acting really strange."

"Strange?" she repeated, her eyes blazing. "You think I'm being strange? You're the one who's being strange, Quadri. You're throwing away what we have for some...some..."

"Some what, some what Olamide?" I retorted back. I thought what we had was just a one-time thing, a one-time sacrilegious sex that was not meant to happen.

She trailed off, her face twisted in anger. I realized that Olamide was jealous, and it was clear that she had feelings for me that went beyond that one night.

The silence between us was palpable, and I could feel the tension building. And then, out of the blue, she uttered, "Bleep me again."

Happy Eid from everyone at Quadri Omo iya Alagbo..


My eyes locked onto Olamide's,I was earching for any sign of what she was thinking. But Olamide's expression was a mix of emotions - anger, hurt, and desire, and at that moment I know her want was stronger than everything I thought...

"Bleep me again," Olamide repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as i processed Olamide's words. I knew he had to respond, but I wasn't sure what to say,but I wasn't the one to say to a free genital meet and greet session/

Feeling a new surge of lust,I reached out and pulled Olamide towards me,our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, and I knew I was about to damn my friendship with Adedayo again

As we kissed,I felt all his doubts and concerns melting away. I knew he was giving in to his desires, and he couldn't bring himself to care about nothing in the world,this pussy was too good for Adedayo alone I said to myself...

As we broke apart grasping for air,I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was making a mistake "call it post nut clarity." I glanced around the bathroom, feeling a sense of unease.

"Olamide, we can't keep doing this," i said, trying to sound rational. "We need to think about the consequences."

Olamide's expression changed, and for a moment,I thought saw a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. But then, her face hardened, and she spoke.

"I don't care about consequences," Olamide said, her voice firm. "I just want you."
"I know I might not get to date nor have,but I want to give all my body to you,I want this good sex to continue for as long as I live" she continued..

I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was getting in my head... Adedayo has always been a good friend and he deserves more than from me,but I couldn't resist Olamide's charms... I knew I was trapped in a cycle of desire and lust, and I wasn't ready to think of an escape plan yet.

Good morning,our story continues tomorrow

Good morning,long time no story...

As the days went by, our secret affair continued,I came to believe the appearance of taiwo in the triangle turned olamide into a crazy maverick..What was suppose to be once in a while sex, turned in into a sex fest-coincinded with the nonavailability of taiwo who had travelled with her twin sister for the burial of a close relative in their village,and one day in the middle of our rendezvous,she said "I think taiwo likes you,but don't deny me access to you yet even of you want to have her,i know it's unlikely we will end up together,but i want to Bleep you for as long as i can.....
The two weeks departure of taiwo did nothing to our burgeoning relationship,we texted everyday almost into the night, with every passing day I saw a whole different Taiwo,I saw a meek lady who has had her fair share of issues with life, whose insecurity seems to have pushed to the edge of life,tho Taiwo appeared like a brave lady, but deep within she could with a lot of love and emotions...
Tho I've learnt not to trust woman,but there's not doubt in trying once again "i said to myself one night after another long night discussion...
...but the more the rendezvous with Olamide continued,the more my guilt lingered . I knew Adedayo was my friend, and I was betraying his trust,but Olamide's words still lingered in my mind - "I don't care about consequences, I just want you."
Until one dear morning....

Five days after:
The morning sun sneaks through my curtains, painting my small Ikorodu apartment in gold. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my cracked phone screen. Taiwo’s message glows like a lifeline: “Let’s take it slow, okay? No games, no lies.” Her words spark hope, but the memory of Adedayo slamming my door and Olamide’s unanswered text cling to me like the damp heat of a Lagos afternoon. I had sent olamide a text message early this morning,letting her know about my intentions of ending ending and I knew she wasn’t going to give in easily to my request…
This apartment—my sanctuary of incense and candlelight—feels heavy today. Faded Wizkid posters and a framed photo of me and Adedayo from our poly days stare back. In that photo, his arm’s slung over my shoulder, both of us grinning at a beer parlour in Abeokuta. “Boboyii, na man you be,” he used to say. Now, I’m not sure what I am. A betrayer? A man chasing redemption? Or just a guy who can’t say no to temptation?
My phone buzzes, snapping me out of it. A voice note from Olamide. My thumb hovers over the play button, a knot twisting in my stomach. Against my better sense, I press it.
“Wetin be this ‘we’re done’ nonsense?” Olamide’s voice cuts through, sharp with her thick Yoruba accent. “You think you fit just dump me like that? After everything? I know you felt something last night, omo iya Alagbo. Don’t play with me. Meet me tonight, or I go tell Adedayo say e never finish.” Her sultry laugh sends a shiver down my spine.
I clench my jaw and delete the message. Olamide’s not just a temptation—she’s a storm, and I was naive to think she’d let go easily. I can’t let her pull me back, not when I’m building something real with Taiwo, not when Adedayo’s trust lies in pieces. The faint aroma of last night’s egusi stew lingers from my kitchen, grounding me. I need to clear my head before meeting Taiwo.

By 6 PM, I’m at Cafe 23, tucked in a bustling corner of Ikorodu. The wooden tables, scarred from years of use, and the chalkboard menu boasting “Naija’s Best Amala” create a cozy vibe. The clink of mugs and chatter mix with the scent of roasted coffee beans. I adjust my white polo, nerves jangling like loose change. I picked a table by the window, where dusty blinds filter the sun into stripes across my hands.
Taiwo walks in, and the room feels brighter. Her white sundress hugs her curves, swaying above her knees, her braids swept into an updo that shows off her neck. She’s got a beaded purse, her steps confident but her eyes cautious, like someone who’s been burned. When she spots me, her lips curve into a hesitant smile, and my heart does a flip.
“You dey early o,” she teases, sliding into the chair across from me. Her jasmine-and-vanilla perfume hits me, anchoring me in the moment.
“No fit keep you waiting na,” I say, flashing a grin to hide my nerves. “How you holding up after the trip?”
Taiwo shrugs, fingers tracing the menu’s edge. “It was heavy, you know? Burying my auntie brought back memories of my mum. But Kehinde was there, and family makes it bearable.” She pauses, her eyes softening. “Thanks for checking in while I was gone. Those late-night texts… they meant a lot.”
My chest warms. Our daily texts—long chats about her fashion sketches, my music dreams, and Lagos madness—felt like a tether. “I enjoyed them too,” I say softly. “You make talking easy, Taiwo.”
Her smile carries a flicker of doubt. “I need to ask something, and I want you to be straight. Olamide… is she still in the picture?”
The question hits like a punch. I lean back, exhaling. I promised no lies, and I mean it. “I told her we’re done,” I say, keeping my voice steady. The look on her face puzzling…
I nod, my throat tight. “I get it. I’m not perfect, but I’m trying. I want to be someone you can trust. Just… give me time to prove it.”
She studies me, then nods. “Okay. No games. I’m serious.”
We shift to lighter talk—her plans for an online fashion store, my herb blends, the chaos of Lagos traffic. We laugh over Ikorodu’s NEPA cuts and the time I nearly set my kitchen towel on fire cooking jollof rice. Beneath the banter, something deeper stirs, a fragile hope taking root.

As we leave Cafe 23, the sky’s a blaze of orange and pink, the air cooling as evening settles over Ikorodu. Taiwo pauses on the sidewalk, her eyes catching the light. “I had a good time today. Let’s do this again, yeah?”
“Anytime,” I say, my smile real. “Maybe next time I’ll cook for you. No promises it won’t be poison, though.”

She laughs, a sound that warms me. “I’ll bring my own food, just in case.” She hesitates, then steps closer, her hand brushing my arm. “Be careful, okay? Olamide… she’s not the type to let go easy.”
I nod, her warning echoing my fears. “I know. I’ll handle it.”
As Taiwo’s silhouette fades into the crowd, I feel hope tangled with dread. I want her, but Olamide’s shadow looms, and Adedayo’s absence is a wound still bleeding.

That night, my phone lights up with another message from Olamide: “You think you can run to Taiwo and forget me? You know I’m not that easy to shake. Meet me at Lounge 55 tomorrow, 9 PM. We need to talk.” A photo follows—her in a red dress, curves daring me to say no.
My pulse races. Part of me—the old me, the one who called himself “indabooski bahooze”—feels her pull. But the part that laughed with Taiwo, that saw Adedayo’s hurt, wants out. I type: “It’s over. Respect that. I’m not coming.” I block her number, my hands shaking.
Sleep doesn’t come easy. My dreams are a mess of Olamide’s voice, Taiwo’s eyes, and Adedayo’s fists. When I wake, my choices weigh heavier than ever.

The next evening, I’m at my herb shop, restocking shelves with moringa and ginseng jars. The small space hums with customers haggling and the generator’s drone outside. I’m explaining maca root’s benefits when the door swings open, and Olamide storms in.
She’s a vision in a black jumpsuit, braids cascading, lips bold red. The shop goes quiet, all eyes on her. “We need to talk. Now,” she says, her voice carrying.
I freeze, heart pounding. “Not here,” I say, keeping my tone low. “This is my business.”
She crosses her arms, eyes blazing. “Oh, now you care about your business? You didn’t care when you were in my bed, did you? Or when you were chasing Taiwo behind my back?”
Customers whisper, some pretending not to listen. My face burns. “Olamide, stop. Let’s go outside.”
She doesn’t move. “No. You think you can cut me off? After everything? I told you, I don’t care about consequences. I want you, and I know you want me.”
I take a deep breath, forcing calm. “What we did was a mistake. I betrayed Adedayo, and I’m not doing that again. I’m trying to be better—for me, for Taiwo, for everyone. Please, let this go.”
Her eyes narrow, but her shoulders sag, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. “You think Taiwo’s better than me, don’t you? You think she’s the good girl, and I’m just… a fling?”
My chest tightens. I see her hurt, a woman chasing validation in chaos. “It’s not about better or worse. You deserve someone who can give you everything, not stolen moments. That’s not me.”
She stares, lips trembling, then storms out, the door slamming. The shop buzzes with murmurs, but I barely hear them. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, heart racing, resolve stronger.

Weeks pass, and Taiwo and I grow closer. We meet for coffee, stroll Ikorodu’s streets, and spend an evening at a local open mic where I perform a raw song about guilt and second chances. Taiwo sits in the front row, eyes shining with pride, clapping loudest when I finish.

The morning sun creeps through my curtains, casting gold streaks across my Ikorodu apartment. I’m slumped on my bed, staring at my cracked phone screen, Taiwo’s last text glowing like a beacon: “Had fun tonight. Let’s talk tomorrow?” Her words spark something warm in me, but the weight of my mistakes—Adedayo’s slammed door, Olamide’s clingy texts—sits heavy, like overcooked stew in my stomach. I run a hand over my fade, my mind a jumble of guilt and hope.
My small apartment, usually alive with incense and candlelight, feels like it’s closing in. The faded Wizkid poster and the photo of me and Adedayo from our poly days in Abeokuta—grinning over Star bottles—stab at my chest. “Boboyii, na man you be,” he used to say, his arm around me like a brother. Now, I’ve lost that, betrayed him for nights with Olamide that left me empty. And Taiwo? She’s different—her smile, her dreams, the way she sees something good in me. I want to be that guy for her, not the “indabooski bahooze” who thought he was God’s gift to women.
My phone buzzes—a voice note from Olamide. My thumb hesitates, a knot twisting in my gut. I press play, and her voice cuts through, thick with that Yoruba accent. “Quadri, are you really serious about being done with me? You think you fit just cut me off? After everything? I know you felt something at your shop , omo iya Alagbo. Meet me tonight, or I go tell Adedayo say e never finish.” Her laugh sends a shiver down my spine.
I delete the message, my jaw tight. Olamide’s a storm, and I was foolish to think she’d let go easy. I type a final text: “Olamide, it’s over. No more games, no more meetups. I’m sorry for my part, but we’re done. Respect that.” I send it, block her number again, and feel a weight lift, like I’ve cut a chain I didn’t know was there.

By noon, I’m at my herb shop, the air thick with moringa and ginseng. Customers haggle, the generator hums outside, and I’m packing a stamina blend for a regular when my phone buzzes. It’s Taiwo, replying to my text about meeting up. “Cafe 23, 6 PM? I’m free.” My heart skips. I need to tell her everything—how I feel, how I’m done with my old ways, how I want her.
At Cafe 23, the clink of mugs and roasted coffee scent ground me. Taiwo walks in, her white sundress hugging her curves, her braids loose, framing her face. Her smile is hesitant, like she’s bracing for something. “You look serious, Quadri,” she says, sliding into the chair across from me. “Wetin dey?”
I take a deep breath. “Taiwo, I’ve messed up plenty. With Adedayo, with Olamide, with a lot of things. But you—you make me want to be better. I ended things with Olamide for good, told her it’s over. I came clean to Adedayo, and he hates me now, but I had to do it. I’m done with that life, Taiwo. I want something real, and I want it with you.”
Her eyes widen, searching mine. “Quadri, you hurt people. Adedayo, Olamide… I’ve been hurt before too, you know. My last guy, he used me, left me feeling like nothing. I’m scared to trust you.”
I nod, my throat tight. “I know. I don’t deserve your trust yet, but I’m asking for a chance to earn it. No games, no lies. Just me, trying to be the man you deserve.”
She’s quiet, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee mug. Then she smiles, soft but real. “Okay, Quadri. Let’s try. But slow, yeah? And you better mean it.”
I grin, relief washing over me. “I mean it, Taiwo. I no go mess this up.”

That evening, I’m at my shop, restocking shelves, when the door swings open. Olamide storms in again,a vision in a red jumpsuit, her braids cascading, her lips bold as ever. The customers go quiet, their eyes darting like they’re watching a Nollywood drama.
“Quadri, we need to talk,” she says, her voice loud, dripping with defiance.
I feel my face heat up. “Olamide, not here,not again ,” I say, keeping my voice low. “This is my business.”
She steps closer, arms crossed. “Oh, now you care about your business? You didn’t care when you were in my bed, abi? Or when you dey chase Taiwo behind my back?”
The whispers start, customers pretending to browse. My chest tightens. “Olamide, please. Let’s go outside.”
She doesn’t move. “No. You think you can block me and walk away? I told you, I don’t care about consequences. I want you, Quadri.”
I take a deep breath, forcing calm. “Olamide, what we did was a mistake. I betrayed Adedayo, and I’m not doing that again. I’m with Taiwo now, trying to build something real. You deserve better than stolen nights. Let this go.”
Her eyes flash with anger, but then they soften, a flicker of hurt showing through. “You think Taiwo’s better than me, abi? The good girl who’ll fix you?”
I shake my head. “It’s not about better or worse. You’re more than this, Olamide. You don’t need me to feel wanted.”
She stares, her lips trembling, then turns and storms out, the door slamming. The shop buzzes with murmurs, but I feel like I’ve won a battle. I’m done with her storm.

The next day, I ride an okada to Adedayo’s place, my stomach in knots. His flat, with its blue gate and mango tree, feels like enemy territory. I knock, bracing for silence. The door opens, and there he is, his face hard, his six-pack tight under a shirt. He doesn’t invite me in.
“Wetin you want, Quadri?” he says, his voice cold.
I swallow hard. “Adedayo, I know I hurt you. I betrayed you with Olamide, and I’ll carry that guilt forever. I’m not asking for forgiveness, just a chance to say I’m sorry. I ended things with her. I’m trying to be better, for me, for Taiwo, for everyone.”
He stares, his jaw tight. “You were my brother, Quadri. My brother. And you do this? For a girl?” His voice cracks, showing the hurt beneath.
“I know,” I say, my voice low. “I was selfish, stupid. I don’t expect you to trust me again, but I’m trying to change. I hope you’ll see it one day.”
He shakes his head, but his eyes soften, just a bit. “I need time, Quadri. Don’t call, don’t text. Just… leave me alone.” He shuts the door, softer this time, and I walk away, feeling the weight but also a strange peace. I’ve owned my mess.

Months pass, and Taiwo and I build something real. We meet at bukas, share pepper soup, laugh about NEPA cuts and my terrible jollof rice attempts. She pushes me to keep writing music, and I perform at open mics, my songs raw with hope and regret. My herb shop grows, and I start mentoring young guys in Ikorodu, teaching them to hustle right.
Olamide fades away. I hear she’s dating some big-shot in Lagos, and I wish her well. Adedayo doesn’t call, but one evening at a bar, our eyes meet across the room. He nods, just a small one, and I nod back. It’s not forgiveness, but it’s a start.
One night, Taiwo and I sit by the Lagos Lagoon, the water sparkling under the stars. Her hand’s in mine, her jasmine perfume mixing with the breeze. “You’re doing good, Quadri,” she says, her voice soft. “I’m proud of you.”
I smile, my heart full. “Na you dey push me, Taiwo. I no go mess this up.”
She laughs, leaning against me, and for the first time, I feel like I’m where I belong. Not the president of bedmatics, not omo iya Alagbo—just Quadri, a man building something that lasts, with the woman who makes me want to be better.

THE END