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“Cherry, nwa m. Don’t cry. Your children are fine. We go send the money tomorrow morning . Are you okay? You don chop?”

BlackSan:
*Chronicles Of The Liar 6*

I looked at his face closely and slowly looked down to his trouser and back to his face as he burst into laughter. *I am sorry... it's not what you think, I mean it's not like I was insinuating that... uhm... you are a girl or anything* I said, waving my hands in demonstration in panic, when he gently held my hand and smiled, *it's cool, I'm not offended okay?*

I stared at him for some couple of seconds which went longer like a Zee world series, except the fact that there was no wind blowing my hair, or music to keep the mood alive or flying scarf which could increase the chance of us making physical contact. l couldn't help but admire his face which was beautifully constructed by his maker.

The shape of his small face, with long lashes like that of a lady, a pointed nose like that of an Arab, dark eyes to compliment his long lashes, and pink lips that could capture a female's heart whenever he smiled. While I was still staring at him, his phone rang and he hurriedly left.

When I got home, I laid on my bed as I recalled all the events that occurred that day. my thoughts were mostly on Micheal, I couldn't dismiss the fact that he knew my fetish but I was curious what he was after. I stretch my hands above my head and closed my eyes...

My hands were tied to my back and my eyes blind folded, unable to properly move because I can't see his face and when I tried to move backyard, he pulled my legs closer to him and spread my legs wide, embarrassed, excited, scared, of his gaze which I couldn't see, yet I felt them piercing my skin. I felt a warm, tip of his tongue slowly glide into me, moving back and forth as I held my mouth to suppress my voice. My legs wouldn't stop shaking as I kept breathing heavily.

After a while, He raised his head up and smirked at me mischievously. I wanted more, I wanted him to make a mess of me until I'm unable to move. His piercing gaze which held only lust in them was fixed on my expression, the tears which slowly crawl down my sweaty face, he raised me up from my waist and placed me on top of his thigh.

*Tell me what you want!* he whispered, kissing me on my neck while my body wouldn't stop reacting to his touch. I could feel his hard bulge which felt like it was going to bust through his trouser and ravage me. I shyly tucked my hair aside and said in a low voice *ple... please mess me up!*

When the words left my lips, I opened my eyes to the reality that I was dreaming, Thanos quote just popped my head, *reality is often disappointing* as I took a snack from my fridge and ate my depression away. It was nothing new, I always had the strangest dreams, though Africans would term them *a sign of spiritual husband or being possessed by a demon,* that was the only way I was able to comfort my sexual urge.

The following day, I decided to skip class to avoid Micheal, and I used my day in watching anime, eating and chatting. When I got bored of watching anime, I resort to eating and when I grew bored of it, I went on social media to check out the latest news. While going through a trend about an equipment used for sexual activities, Orion cuffs, which is used to handcuff one's partner during a pre-intimacy before sex. Some people (Nigerians especially) criticized the product, some comments displayed Hot, dirty individuals but I noticed a comment from an individual who was trying to defend the importance and use of the product though his words only agitated the crowd against him.

I replied his tag saying, *it's of no use trying to enlighten them, just ignore their comments.* After sending my reply, in less than three seconds, he replied back, *Thanks, I will keep that in mind. by the way are you familiar with this equipment?*
I replied affirmative and that was how we started chatting. We share secrets of our desires and kinks said nothing about our personal life. He always gave me updates on new equipment and their uses. Even though the stranger was a guy, I wasn't shy to tell him my desires, probably because it was nothing more than a mere chats to me and we won't ever meet... or so I thought.

On a Sunday evening, the sun was still up in sky, acting like an aesthetic for the clouds. It was the only quiet and peaceful day of the week. It magic of anime wasn't working, I had no friends who could come over and so, I turned to social media. Checking up my friend who shared had the same fetish with me, I noticed he had updated his picture, and when I checked, I opened my mouth in shock...