Under Siege, Revelation


I was enjoying the fruits but I hated the work I had to put in for it. A man got to do what a man got to do. I was ever curious whether my parents ever suspected anything considering I stopped calling them more often than usual.
It's Saturday 7:37pm & we are done with dinner with my so called woman.

Can we leave, I got some school work to complete before Monday morning?
Why are you so much in a hully & you still got tomollow?

Most of the times when she spoke I almost burst out laughing but thus was where I was "investing" so my emotions had to be held back.

I'm not in a hurry, I just want to be done before tomorrow night.
But I wanted you to sleepover at my house.
But I told you I got work to do.
I know, but you can leave tomorrow morning & still make it.

After some few exchange of words I gave in. I agreed to be chips fungwad by a woman my grandmother's age. To be sincere, it was not the assignment that I wanted to do, but I just wanted to go home. I was just tired of the sex. Wait rewind that...

xes eht fo derit tsuj saw I.
Now play...

I was just tired of the sex.
Ironical it may sound but it was true. I am in my hoe life & I am tired like hell from what I am supposed to be enjoying. She used me to satisfy her sexual needs. I was no different from a sex toy, dildo. Yeah, I know I know what you are thinking but if you were in my shoes, I doubt
you would do anything different. I changed my dressing style, I got all the gadgets I wanted, so what would you have done different from me.
We got to her house after sometime & she got in the shower & I helped myself to the television. Remember I told you I am in my hoe age & that does not limit me from chasing people my age. I had some 2-3-4 ladies in my inbox that I always made their ovaries tickle from my words.

Lady 1: Hey beautiful... 😍😍
Lady 2; Hey sexy... 😘😘
Lady 3; Wassup pretty face... 🤩🤩

This was the only thing that I was good at multi-tasking. I was on my phone scrolling over my emojis & all over sudden this breeze passes through my right ear.

who the herr is Jane?

By now I was really trembling.

Jane.. Ja... Jane is my friend.
So you have been cheating on me with other girls? eeeh!!

First of all, I don't think you have any right to say I am cheating. You probably have a husband who probably lives abroad, if you didn't kill him with stress, and I am 100% sure you have a son or a daughter who is +/- my age. So come you titties down. Well, that was all I thought I should have said. Probably that conversation would have gone a bit better as it did in my mind.

No, it's not what you think (it's exactly what she thinks) Jane has been my friend since childhood, she is like a sister to me.
Why do you call her beautiful?
Cause she is like my small sister, I have been calling her that since we were kids.
You are too ugly to have a girlfliend by the way. That's why you cant leave me.

I'll have you know I have had 6 girlfriends before you came into my life. And if it were not for you, I would have someone in my house right now. Why do the good conversations always end up in our thoughts. I was able to convince her but she still had her doubts. All broke loose when she said she wanted to see my phone. I gave her reluctantly with my fingers crossed.

What!!! Who ale Ilene, Shiku, Mercy & Kalen? 

Oh Snap!! The bull was loose & I was on its way. Talk of pouring parafin onto the flaming fire. All I could do is stare at her. The whole mood changed when she placed her hand on my genitals & held my balls in her hands. This felt like a russian roulette bt no gun ony head but her hand on my balls. At this state, no man wants to solve a disagreement with war. In this situation, dialogue works very well. She got me answering every question she asked.

Ale you going to talk?
Yes...
Will you tell me who this girls ale?
Yes...
Ale they your girlfliends?
Yes...
Have you been sleeping with them?
Yes...

knock!! knock!!
Who is it?

A smooth lady's voice changed the whole mood.

Mum, it's me, Hilda.



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