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Re: Lost In Lust by LoveToRead: 6:52am On Feb 06, 2021
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Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 4:36pm On Feb 06, 2021
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: 9:22pm On Feb 06, 2021
Nice update
Re: Lost In Lust by LoveToRead: 1:38pm On Feb 07, 2021
Interesting story
Re: Lost In Lust by kweensheba: 4:28pm On Feb 07, 2021
Cool story
Re: Lost In Lust by Janet96(f): 7:01pm On Feb 08, 2021
Interesting story
Re: Lost In Lust by SeyiDominion: 5:33am On Feb 10, 2021
Cool story.
Re: Lost In Lust by kweensheba: 6:35am On Feb 12, 2021
Ride on.
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 7:21am On Feb 13, 2021
‘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, 2021
Interesting story.
Re: Lost In Lust by Janet96(f): 4:44am On Feb 16, 2021
Lovely update
Re: Lost In Lust by Zamar: 9:36pm On Feb 20, 2021
Cool story
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 8:10pm On Feb 22, 2021
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Lovely update



Zamar:
Cool story


Thanks.
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 4:36am On Feb 23, 2021
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, 2021
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Re: Lost In Lust by Janet96(f): 5:19am On Feb 26, 2021
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Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 7:02am On Feb 27, 2021
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 On Feb 27, 2021
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Re: Lost In Lust by ThrillPlus: 3:51pm On Feb 27, 2021
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Re: Lost In Lust by Awesome05: 11:38am On Feb 28, 2021
Interesting story
Re: Lost In Lust by SolaRaphael: 6:57pm On Feb 28, 2021
Ride on.
Re: Lost In Lust by BigBasher: 6:36pm On Mar 01, 2021
Waiting for more
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 7:54pm On Mar 05, 2021
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.

I sighed and moved over to her. It was supposed to be a brief hug – well, that was what I thought – but she clung on to me and the feel of her
chest against mine was electrifying. My heart started thumping. After several seconds, she released her hold and stared into my eyes. I looked away.

I was embarrassed. Despite all my reservations; despite all my avowed determination not be swayed by Big Mummy, I realized that those
several seconds of embrace had made the organ between my groin to start warming up.

I turned to go, but she held me.

‘Come on, I know you want it too,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘Don’t pretend, Ola. You want it as much as I do.’

I looked confused and avoided her eyes.

She smiled in a teasing way. ‘And I can see the bulge. The big bulge.’

I was too embarrassed to make any denial. In any case, there was no need to deny that fact. ‘You said there’ll be no sexual relationship,’ I
managed to say.

‘Yes, I said so, but I’m a human being. When a woman is abandoned by the hubby and is always so lonely, she has the right to express her
feelings.’

‘Must those feelings be expressed to me? There are other men.’

She chuckled. ‘Don’t be naïve. You’re my choice, and that’s that.’’

I sighed but said nothing. She moved slowly but determinedly to me, still smiling. Her right hand came to hold my right hand. She squeezed it
lovingly, raised it and placed it on her right boob.

Now, all doubts were cleared from my mind. I had the suspicion all along but I had denied it in my mind that the whole thing about massaging
would end up like this.

‘I’ll treat you right, Ola. I promise.’

I was silent. My hand remained where she had placed it. Why don’t you remove your hand and get the hell out of this place? A part of my mind
said.

Another voice scoffed at missing the opportunity. This is what most young men will jump at, the second mind said. You have the opportunity
thrown at you on a platter of gold and you’re behaving like a nincompoop!

She waited for me to make the ultimate decision. Be a man, my mind said. Be a man and damn whatever would be the consequence!

At that moment, I forgot all about the promises I made to Naomi.

My hand responded to the stimuli of her boob. I brought my second hand on the other part and slightly squeezed them. That action brought instant responses from her. It brought about an entanglement that led to a long, deep kiss. I soon found myself and the woman cuddling passionately and playing adult games.

I was amazed by her zeal, energy and prowess. Throughout the night, it was as if the two of us were out to out-do the other. We slept intermittently and made love intermittently. By the early hours of the morning, I felt spent.



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Re: Lost In Lust by Awesome05: 3:45pm On Mar 07, 2021
Nice work.
Re: Lost In Lust by ThrillPlus: 8:35pm On Mar 12, 2021
Interesting
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 8:41am On Mar 13, 2021
I was amazed by her zeal, energy and prowess. Throughout the night, it was as if the two of us were out to out-do the other. We slept intermittently and made love intermittently. By the early hours of the morning, I felt spent.

The sun had already risen before I rose. Madam Rose lay cuddled under the spreadsheet close to my side, still sleeping. It all looked like a fantasy. Twenty-four hours ago, I would never have thought this would happen. I knew the woman wanted this, but she had been so subtle and artful about it. And I had fallen right into her bait. Well, a man must be a man, and must be ready to face the consequences of his actions.

I went to the toilet to ease myself. By the time I returned, she was awake on the bed.

‘Good morning, B.M,’ I greeted.

She smiled. ‘Good morning. What does B.M mean?’

‘It’s the short form of Big Mummy.’

Her smile became expansive. ‘You’re creative.’

‘Thank you.’

‘And in that other thing, you’re very creative.’ There was a sly look on her.

‘Thank you,’ I repeated. ‘I must say you surprised me. Where did you get that stamina?’

‘Don’t under estimate the power of a woman, Ola.’

I nodded and rejoined her on the bed. I opened the bedspread and stared at her naked boobs. I was moved again.

‘Don’t underestimate the power of a young man,’ I said as my mouth went for the boobs.

Several minutes later, I had a bath and dressed up. She too had taken her bath. She had prepared herself for the night, for she brought a new
Ankara cloth out of her bag. I still had to go to my residence to change clothes and to be prepared for the visit to Naomi.

‘How do I look?’ B.M asked after she had finished dressing up and had applied the make-up.

‘You look gorgeous,’ I replied.

She was pleased. ‘Thank you.’

I grinned at her.

‘I told my driver to come and pick me by nine,’ she said.

I nodded. ‘I would have to go, now. I ought to be in Naomi’s place by ten.’

‘I must say I’m really impressed with you,’ she said.

I grinned again.

‘And henceforth, when I ask for a massage, you know what I really mean.’ A mischievous smile was on her face.
She opened her bag and brought out a dole of money. She removed few notes from the lot and handed the rest to me.

‘Here, take this and use it for your weekend.’

My natural reaction would have been to reject the money. But then, I was no longer my natural self. I took the money from her.

‘Many thanks, madam, for your generosity.’

‘You’re welcome.’

I stuffed the money inside my jean pocket and kissed her goodbye. As I entered my car, I checked the time again. It was a couple of minutes to
nine. I drove out of the premises of the guest house and joined the Lekki expressway, heading towards V.I. I didn’t enter my residence until
almost ten o’ clock.


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Re: Lost In Lust by Saturn101: 4:47pm On Mar 14, 2021
Cool story
Re: Lost In Lust by ThrillPlus: 5:56am On Mar 18, 2021
Interesting
Re: Lost In Lust by FrankAkowe: 7:17am On Mar 20, 2021
My natural reaction would have been to reject the money. But then, I was no longer my natural self. I took the money from her.

‘Many thanks, madam, for your generosity.’

‘You’re welcome.’

I stuffed the money inside my jean pocket and kissed her goodbye. As I entered my car, I checked the time again. It was a couple of minutes to
nine. I drove out of the premises of the guest house and joined the Lekki expressway, heading towards V.I. I didn’t enter my residence until
almost ten o’ clock.

I changed my clothes, picked two shirts and a pair of trousers in my bag, took some other items I would need and left the house. I had added the new money given to me by B.M to the previous 100K. But before doing so, I had removed fifty thousand naira from the lot. I had decided I would buy something befitting for Naomi.

There was a boutique along Agric road. I stopped the car and checked out what they had. Their items were good and exotic. I decided to buy a 14-carat Cartier gold wrist watch and Elizabeth Arden perfume for her. I also bought three quality t-shirts of different fanciful colors for Ella. I needed some things too, but mine could wait till another day. I set off again.

I didn’t get to Naomi’s place until past eleven.

‘I hope it’s not a lady that delayed your coming,’ Naomi asked cheekily with a smile.

‘Oh, no. I didn’t wake up on time,’ I lied.

A feeling of guilt attempted to arise in my mind, but I quickly suppressed it.

‘O ya, let’s go and take breakfast before it completely gets cold,’ she said.

‘You mean, you’ve not eaten?’

‘No, I’ve not. I was waiting for you.’

The feeling attempted to rise again, but I suppressed it.

She led me to the dinning-table. She dished the fried eggs from a food flask. We took bread, fried eggs and tea. After the meal, I gave her what
I had bought for her. I also gave Ella the t-shirts. Ella was very glad about them, but Naomi looked cool.

‘You shouldn’t have bothered yourself buying these for me,’ she said. ‘I’m sure they cost a lot.’

‘You deserve more than these, my dear Naomi. You’re a priceless jewel.’

Later in her bedroom, I held her lovingly. ‘I’m just going to cuddle you, my darling,’ I said. ‘This weekend, all I’ll do is to cuddle you.’

She was pleased by my passionate enthusiasm.

‘Anything you say, my dear,’ she replied.

Truly, that was all I did to her. I had felt it would be morally bad to sleep with Naomi, few hours after I had slept with B.M.

I played the role of a very loving man to Naomi throughout the weekend. On Monday morning, as usual, I left the house before she did. At
work, I immersed myself dutifully. About ten o’clock, B.M called me.

‘How was your weekend, Ola?’

‘It was fine, ma’am. How about yours?’

‘Well, not bad, but it could be better.’

‘Thanks for the other day, ma.’

‘It’s alright. Can we meet at the guest house this evening?’

My heart raced. So soon? Was it not on Friday, that …? Well, Friday was about three days ago, my mind pointed out.

‘There’s no problem, madam,’ I replied. ‘As you wish.’

‘Alright. See you then.’

I sighed after she had disconnected the line. This woman would be like Oliver Twist, who wanted more. No problem, I would give it to her.

Just before we closed, I returned to my office. Madam called again.

‘Tell the man in charge of the place that I said he should give you the key of my room. You don’t need to wait at the lobby,’ she said.

‘Okay, ma.’



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Re: Lost In Lust by luckyedgal1(m): 3:23pm On Mar 20, 2021
FrankAkowe:
My natural reaction would have been to reject the money. But then, I was no longer my natural self. I took the money from her.

‘Many thanks, madam, for your generosity.’

‘You’re welcome.’

I stuffed the money inside my jean pocket and kissed her goodbye. As I entered my car, I checked the time again. It was a couple of minutes to
nine. I drove out of the premises of the guest house and joined the Lekki expressway, heading towards V.I. I didn’t enter my residence until
almost ten o’ clock.

I changed my clothes, picked two shirts and a pair of trousers in my bag, took some other items I would need and left the house. I had added the new money given to me by B.M to the previous 100K. But before doing so, I had removed fifty thousand naira from the lot. I had decided I would buy something befitting for Naomi.

There was a boutique along Agric road. I stopped the car and checked out what they had. Their items were good and exotic. I decided to buy a 14-carat Cartier gold wrist watch and Elizabeth Arden perfume for her. I also bought three quality t-shirts of different fanciful colors for Ella. I needed some things too, but mine could wait till another day. I set off again.

I didn’t get to Naomi’s place until past eleven.

‘I hope it’s not a lady that delayed your coming,’ Naomi asked cheekily with a smile.

‘Oh, no. I didn’t wake up on time,’ I lied.

A feeling of guilt attempted to arise in my mind, but I quickly suppressed it.

‘O ya, let’s go and take breakfast before it completely gets cold,’ she said.

‘You mean, you’ve not eaten?’

‘No, I’ve not. I was waiting for you.’

The feeling attempted to rise again, but I suppressed it.

She led me to the dinning-table. She dished the fried eggs from a food flask. We took bread, fried eggs and tea. After the meal, I gave her what
I had bought for her. I also gave Ella the t-shirts. Ella was very glad about them, but Naomi looked cool.

‘You shouldn’t have bothered yourself buying these for me,’ she said. ‘I’m sure they cost a lot.’

‘You deserve more than these, my dear Naomi. You’re a priceless jewel.’

Later in her bedroom, I held her lovingly. ‘I’m just going to cuddle you, my darling,’ I said. ‘This weekend, all I’ll do is to cuddle you.’

She was pleased by my passionate enthusiasm.

‘Anything you say, my dear,’ she replied.

Truly, that was all I did to her. I had felt it would be morally bad to sleep with Naomi, few hours after I had slept with B.M.

I played the role of a very loving man to Naomi throughout the weekend. On Monday morning, as usual, I left the house before she did. At
work, I immersed myself dutifully. About ten o’clock, B.M called me.

‘How was your weekend, Ola?’

‘It was fine, ma’am. How about yours?’

‘Well, not bad, but it could be better.’

‘Thanks for the other day, ma.’

‘It’s alright. Can we meet at the guest house this evening?’

My heart raced. So soon? Was it not on Friday, that …? Well, Friday was about three days ago, my mind pointed out.

‘There’s no problem, madam,’ I replied. ‘As you wish.’

‘Alright. See you then.’

I sighed after she had disconnected the line. This woman would be like Oliver Twist, who wanted more. No problem, I would give it to her.

Just before we closed, I returned to my office. Madam called again.

‘Tell the man in charge of the place that I said he should give you the key of my room. You don’t need to wait at the lobby,’ she said.

‘Okay, ma.’



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