Sharing is caring!Facebook6Twitter0Google+0Pinterest0 I used to nurse this dream of being a Nollywood actor. In fairness to me, I think I was excellen...
I used to nurse this dream of being a Nollywood actor. In fairness to me, I think I was excellent at acting before I had a change of career due to the unbelievable peanuts paid to up and coming actors for their services in Nigeria.
Before I threw in the towel, I was a member of a couple of drama groups ranging from religious and secular associations. I participated in a couple of stage plays, movies and Soap Operas.
I jokingly responded by claiming I don’t do girls because I am gay. She seemed to believe the joke and tried probing me harder about my s*xual orientation till my friend added more humour to the gist. We later got into a Church member’s private car and he drove us home since we shared the same route.
From that moment, I developed a soft spot for Olamide but I told no one. I read my scripts like my school hand-outs and mastered the character up to professional taste. My combination with Olamide was explosive. The Church shook on the day of our performance and from that point I became her favourite actor.
Olamide’s character was quite a confusing one. She was very prayerful, preached a lot but at the same time she would boast about her rich boyfriends. Yes, I mean boyfriends (plural). She was so crazy about going on dates at exotic locations. As a jobless man that once had problems with common transport fare to the Church as well as buying recharge cards for comfortable phone call durations, I knew I didn’t stand a chance. I also observed Olamide only extended hands of friendship to me whenever we were on a drama project. As soon as was over, our relationship died till the team is available for another presentation.
I used that juncture to voice out my admiration of her. Our chat got deeply romantic and dirty that night. Olamide wanted s*x from me desperately. I was excited. It was a free show for me. I danced the Makossa dance with my massive boner as I awaited each response she made. The following day we planned to at least have a kiss before or after our rehearsals.
The sight of Olamide gave me a boner; so I had to wear tight panties to prevent being embarrassed with a conspicuous erection. In summary, the meeting progressed fine and Olamide had her eyes on me. As the meeting ended, we started strolling home together. I was initially shy about looking at my drama group leader in the face and telling her the erotic stuffs I said on Whatsapp. She took up the challenge and demanded for her kiss. We were on the road, we needed privacy and my house was filled up including hers. She said she wasn’t ready to go home without at least tasting my lips.
As I pondered on kissing a lady I had admire for over a year, I remembered one of my ‘bad friends’ living alone. These are people who will go to any length to secure a romance testimony.
I grabbed her breasts which I had always lusted after Surreptitiously as the cleavage flashed during rehearsals. I sucked them like she was my mom while I am her baby expecting milk. She grabbed my manhood from my trouser as she moaned. She was indeed impressed with the size.
In a nutshell, we finally met again. This time, she maintained her stand on ‘no s*x’ just like the previous encounter. She delivered a long speech on abstinence from s*x. I sensed it wasn’t from her heart. I approached her with a breathtaking French kiss. That threw her off balance. I went for her boobs like I was possessing my possession. She looked horny and unsettled. I then offered to give her a head. She nodded in agreement. She was so clean down there. I took off her panties and sucked the neatly shaved v*gina with much emphasis on her clitoris. Her eyes became dilated as she started gasping for breath. Immediately, I knew the moment had come for the long-awaited battle. I grabbed my condom, wore it and slided it in like a boss.
My ordeal started from there. The v*gina was indeed wide. There was no grip to inspire me. It was like trying to grab water while drowning in a swimming pool. In no time, I came. It was as if I lost my entire strength. It was that moment I realized the malaria I treated 4 days to our encounter took its toll on me coupled with the uninspiring state of her body.
Olamide didn’t hide her feelings at all. She attacked me straight away for what she termed an abysmal performance. I didn’t believe my eyes, I swore I was going to bounce back. In no time I was in her again. This time it was hell. It got to a point where I couldn’t feel myself in her at all. I started to breathe hard as I struggled to jerk.
I think I stunned Olamide beyond her expectation after making mouth about being a nympho. She was obviously disappointed as he stared at me in disgust and rage. She even screamed at me to quit as she feared I was going to pass out because I was breathing so hard.
I engaged her in a discussion so as to get ample time for recovery after losing much strength. This time I knew I had to “shoot to kill”. I was so much under pressure to impress Olamide who claimed she could hardly be satisfied on bed.
“Anyway I think you have tried your best. The problem lies with me and not you” she said.
“Only a few men can match me on bed. I can afford to open my legs for intensive s*x for up to two hours” she claimed.I was shocked to the marrow of my bone. I said to myself “Is this not my spiritual leader in Church?” I soliloquized.
Well, we later started having s*x again. I took off the condom unwisely for a better feel of her and to stimulate an improved performance in me. I really went hard on her with energetic thrusts but she hardly moaned or showed reactions of ecstasy. I cried in my heart as I continued. My heart was filled with regrets as the party progressed. It was like being given a task to flog a dead body.