Legs Wide Closed 8

When trust is broken, it's hard to recover.

Days went by and lonely nights crept in. I just couldn't face Ikram. His reasons didn't add up, how can a man who made his own decisions and ran his own company be ruled by another. It was impossible. there was obviously something he wasn't telling. My ringtone brought me back to consciousness 'Hi' I cooed into the phone 'It's been a while, how are you?' 'Fine' I replied 'One word response; I am in real trouble' He giggled I didn't. 'You are obviously still pissed I can see; Come out, am at your door.' I quickly sat up in shock and looked towards the living room door. A smile crept on my face. He was spontaneous like me and I loved that about him. I ran to the door happily but as soon as I opened it, I put up a straight face. He grabbed me and kissed me as I pushed him away 'Someone can see us and my parents are in bed'. 'I miss you' he cooed, don't spoil this beautiful thing we have, let it die natural, please. I belong to you and you me'. That brought a smile to my face as I planted a kiss on his lips. 'Go away Ikram' He laughed knowing I meant the opposite. He dragged me by my right arm, shutting the door behind him and lead me towards the kitchen in whispers 'Ikram what are you doing, my family is home'. The kitchen door opened and slammed quietly behind us as he dragged me into his arm and placed a hungry kiss on my lips. My words swallowed in the lust of his soft lips against mine. In an instant, I forgot about my parents as his arms roamed beneath my dress, free from underwear's. He moaned in pleasure. is moans always turn me on as they were husky and often in whispers. He turned me round swiftly, bending me over as my arms rested on the kitchen cabinet for support. Suddenly I felt my dress lifted as he entered into me with force. I bit down on my lower lips trying hard to suppress a loud moan. He stretched in me for what seems like minutes until his willy grew hard inside of me; again he let out a soft moan. Grinding his pelvic against my butt in circular motions, waist still stretched, keeping him whole inside of me. I could feel my clits throb, excited at the slow but pleasurable movements, I kept on biting but a soft moan escaped from my clinched teeth. 'arrrrgggg' He moaned loud as he starts to ramm me fast, holding my waist, guiding it to throb on his willy as I wiggle in circular motion, still suppressing moans. He fell on me as I leaned more on the kitchen cabinet. He kissed my ears 'that was the most silent sex we've ever had' I laughed, nodding in agreement as he pulled out, making cum spill and roll down my legs. We heard footsteps and quickly got dressed as I quietly lead him out the back door, walking back to my room with a smile on my face.

I loved to work out in front of my mirror and mostly in dance format to my favorite songs. This time, I was listening to cake, a remix by Rick Ross. Suddenly my breath became heavy and I just felt so horny. Ring, my phone rang and I ran to it 'Are you a wizard, I was just thinking about you and started to twitch' He always made me twitch even now as I write. He is like my nemesis, the sex was too perfect, too legendary. 'I couldn't stop thinking about you after I left your kitchen, I can't seem to get you out of my head'  I smiled in acknowledgement then suddenly a frown as I remembered the molato. We agreed not to talk about her again and since then, I have been trying to keep it together but in truth, it was just a soft reminder that we weren't dating and he wasn't ready to date me. 'Why can't you date me Ikram, is it cause you think I have had so many partners'? 'No not at all, I am just not ready for a relationship, you even said it once that you think I am scared of one and I am'. I hate it when he uses my words against me. 'come over babe, I want you' I twitched again, this time clits throb so fast and I flushed all over. 'I will be there in an hour'. Line went dead.

In an hour, I was in a doll dress lingerie, red in color with red heels and a blu-ish colored mask. I cat walked to the  living room where he was seated waiting for me. He smiled at the sight of me, I could see the lust in his eyes as it twinkled. His dick suddenly hard beneath his pants. 'wow, you look lovely. I'm I getting a lap dance?' 'Shhh' I replied. 'Just enjoy the show and remember, no touching'. I took the remote and played the cake song already set. Then slowly, I start to dance in a seducing way, taking time to touch my body without touching the sensitive parts, eyes focused on his,  dimmed with lips slightly apart. I crawled up to him and slowly, got up, making sure my breast brush against his thighs and body, He touched my hair and I took his hands off, dropping them with force as a warning not to touch me again. He smiled and threw his head backwards, nodding in agreement. Then stared at my boobs, making my nipples stand erect as my clits throb, his eyes always did that to me, my body always responded to him that way. I feared for me, what could happen to me when we stop; I brushed that of my mind as I gave him my back, lap dancing or should I say lap fucking him. I could feel his hardness grow as he moaned in pain and pleasure, he raised his arms to hold me but dropped them again screaming. 'arrrrgggg I want you, I want to f**k you right now, I need to f**k you hard so you understand the effect you have on me' I smiled and turned round, kissing him yet not letting him touch me. Then slowly, I get off him, took a step forward and turned, twerking for him. He laughed, laughed so loud like someone being taunted. I was taunting him. 'Fuck it' he said, as he grabbed me and lead me to his sofa. In fast motion, he took my panties to the side with his zipper down, freeing willy. Before I could even stop him, I felt him ram into me fast 'arrrgggg' he screamed again and again, ramming faster and faster, harder and harder into me as I moaned louder each time, my hair all over the place while he used my panties as support for his rodeo ride. I felt my brains burn with excitement as we both came without even noticing it cumming. He quickly pulled out, turned me over, Standing over me, he forced me to kneel in front of him and forced himself into my mouth as I sucked the cum seductively, swallowing him whole. He always taste nice. Slowly, he pulled out, moaning softly from satisfaction as he lifted me up gently, planting a soft kiss on my lips, tasting his cum mixed with mine. At that minute, I knew I was in deep trouble and wondered how I'd ever cop without fucking him!

Lost in Oblivion

It was morning

The roses bloomed

Their sweet scent perfumed the horizon

Then it starts to drop

Petals to dew drop

Every beauty  gone

To the sad darkness of trust

It rained tonight

Heavy, thundering, frightening

Left just green no red 

Hope lost but faith gained

Looking at the horizon

With faith, with faith

Wishing on the Word

Praying for the lost

Forgiveness divine

Forgiveness the door

Faith gained

Legs Wide Closed 7

Cheeky way of explaining the molato, just like him. not saying much but trying to dust it under the bed. 'Since when did your mum have a say in your relationship? I don't get, and why didn't you tell me cause obviously this relationship has being brewing'. He was lost for words and I wasn't ready to play nice. I needed to get to the root of all this, I needed to know why he lied cause for me, lying means its more than just 'a small thing'. Men lie for bigger reasons. If it was a fling they are quick to say it and laugh and beg you but if they feel for that other and have no plans to end it soon or at all, they lie about it. Don't get me wrong though, some of them LOVE to lie, it's an ego thing to sleep with lots of girls and lie to the lady they claim they love about it. Even the Bible and the experts tell that you don't lie to someone you truly love. Nigerian men, most of them don't know anything about love; they lie about that too but hey, Ikram is not Nigerian so... I needed that confession.

Funny part is he didn't even invite me to his house as usual for this chat, he took me out for dinner and got a table in a private corner. Was he hiding me? 'Why are we even here and not at your place, are you hiding me?'. 'Babe you are getting over your head about this, it's nothing. Please, it's just to please my mum I swear, I have not even touched her, you are the only one I am sleeping with'. ' So I am your sex toy? I should be glad you f**k me but keep her special?' 'No, you are getting me wrong' I slammed my napkin on the table and walked out on him. It was so annoying, I don't even know why I was getting angry for real. We weren't dating, He was right about that but we had something. That something was special and needed to be respected at least we promised to always tell each other about any other especially when we need to move on or want to move on. It's crazy the way men find it so easy to walk  away on a lady like they never cared, like they have a switch on switch off button. They can be with a girl for years and in a second just walk out on her and be with another babe - and they wonder why they most often end up with the wrong lady. You can't hurt someone that gave her all to you, love you and expect to find it true again, karma is a bitch you know. But wait...could I be in love with Ikram? A cold sweat broke on my forehead as I jerk to his touch. I never realized I had stopped in the middle of the road, lost in oblivion. 'come inside babe, its cold'. I turned to look at him 'Why are you crying sweets?' How could he not even know why I am crying. 'I'm having feelings for you Ikram, I think it's best to call it off'. My words pierced deep into his heart and I could see the anger in his eyes. 'what are you talking about, why are you ending what we have, for what reason? why end this beautiful thing we have, why not let it die natural, do you even know where it could lead us? Babe don't do this'. More tears rolled down my eyes, I could not bring myself to hug him yet that is what I felt like doing instead I turned and walked away. He stood there looking at me then ran to me, pulled me to himself and started to kiss me. I felt warm inside and lost my guard. We kissed so passionately for what seemed like hours then we stopped. Looking into each other's eyes, we felt the passion swell in our tummy. He lead the way and I like a lamp to the slaughter, followed obediently.

If there is one thing I know well about Ikram is that he loves to hide his feelings. I know he cares for me alot, the things he does for me and the way he kisses me; you know we ladies feel these things lol. My only fear is that Ikram knows how to deny himself, especially when it comes to feelings. He was brought up that way I believe. There was a way he kissed me when we got to his apartment that night, it wasn't our usual kiss. It was like he was trying to pass a message to my soul, to my heart. We had never kissed for that long before, even I didn't want to stop. If we ran out of breath, we briefly stopped and continue.Then Suddenly, he pulled my head backwards, looking deep into my eyes, he said 'You are my ride or die babes, don't forget that'.  Then he got up and lead me by the hand to the bedroom. In front of his dressing mirror, he stopped, turned me to face the mirror and then buried his lips on my neck. A tiny sound of pleasure escaped my lips. He nibbled on my neck as he gently caressed my nipples. My hand cupped his, assisting him on the nipple as the other massages his neck. Gently, he undressed me, kissing and fondling. I assisted him to get out of his clothes as I went down on him and took him in my mouth. Teasing with my tongue. Playing with just the cap, my tongue tracing every curve. He let out a soft moan. Then he lift me up, gently planted a kiss on my lips and bent me backwards, kissing round my nipple as they grew hard. His hard breath on them tingled my senses as I moan louder. Gently, he licked and teased them, I wanted him, wanted him so badly as I tried to caress his head, he stopped me and pinned both my hands behind me with his left hand. He went lower to my navel, bending me further, I screamed out from the pain felt on my lower back and at the same time the pleasure his tongue was giving me. Suddenly, he turned me around and bent me forward, making my back arch. He then gently entered me from behind, the pleasure was so much I felt my brain explode as I screamed his name. He rammed me gently, then gradually increased the pace. His left arm cup my neck, bending it towards him, making my back arch more as I felt a bit choked, his grip tightened round my neck. The pleasure was so much I screamed 'I'm cumming', He started to ram fast in me as he screamed too, grinding his teeth against each other, Cumming same time. We both fell gently to the ground, still wrapped in each other's arm as a tear ran down my face. 

Naija Agency Peeps Fashion Category!

So I have divided my fellow agencies peeps into fashion categories please tell where u fit or i did be forced to place my friends in one lol! 

Ruff n tumble gurus: Have the rough look with their natural hair-do (mostly dready or afro) but dress nice. They want u to know dy r all creativity n brains mixed in one, we admire em but we dnt trust em cause most of dm love to play n act like bad boys of Madison street lol. For d ladies, dy r few, rare n dy STAND OUT. You see them on sweaters or jackets(guys) African long gypsy skirts n tubans n mostly native(ladies), their hair in a pony tail or all natural n standing (females mostly). They are dressed corporate casual most times n look smart in their outfits. If u look closely, u'll see dy actually raise their head chin high n shoulders out. They can feel! forming all natural but in truth...if u are natural y not go naked *runs*

 

Sexy Cinderella's: They want to be entertainment celebs n dress lik dy r on d run way, with french tips n make-up dt is so perfect(yep dy do know how to do dt). You see dm look all glam to work n am wondering hey, is it d pc's dts gonna admire u? esp if dy r creatives but then...all dm agency guys admire em n dts were it mostly ends(y dnt agency peeps date each other?) They love their selfies, dy dont post dm on facebook thou jst to show that dy r glam n in tune with d glam world. They usually fix dates amongst themselves to hangout n hardly hangout, dy go to their fellow adsman's party n jst sit, stare n giggle within dmselves like unibabes, one day thou, dy glam out into a man's home. Now dts d big laff cos dy fulfil d cinderella story without d 'happily ever afta' cos in the real world, we live real.

Johnny Bravo in flesh: Yep d must-be-sexy guys, they are all about grooming - we call dm d machismo. The think evry agency babe wants to do dm n as such, shuns dm but in truth, we mostly dnt evn notice dm but we def lik dt som agency guys can look like denzel! You see them always neat, haters whisper dt dy r gays others, that dy cant 'do it' well, to me, dy r always a welcoming sight cause let's face it, we don't have a lot of fine guys in agency like the banks do. And if a man takes time to look good, wow dts a plus. Spice dy say is good they make a good spice just...leave d too sexy to d ladies n lets see some 'rough' in u few times, it's a clincher u know.   

The Empire: Now most CEO/MD/COO fall into ds category. With their bow ties and Italian cut suits looking like the 21st century mafia. There is one I admire, he runs an empire for sure, d biggest most popular agency in Nigeria. He reminds me of Don Corleone with his bows. You see them n u want to own an agencyn be like dem but not me...I want to run a comp but will prefer to dress down - jeans n a tee does it always. But i guess if u r a CEO then u have to conform n dress like one - na true!

The Corporate Creatives: They dress like if dy work in d bank, I bet dy wish dy did. They bliv dt jst cos u work in an agency dont mean u have to dress down all the time - heck yeh! d dress down is why most of us work here. U see them with fancy ties choking d creatives out of em, dy r mostly client service n finance peeps, d few creatives who toll ds line...well na interview joh! Yes, when a creative dress coporate we all know they are going for an interview that is why I love to wear corporate to work once in a blue moon but never to an interview lol I do love to give fake diversion, it's my tin.  

EvaYung: Now ds is mostly for d older creatives, dy feel dy can neva grow old, u see dm bouncing, drawing tattoos like me (yes o I also fall in ds category o)crazy dressing, flaunting all d flauntables in a 'I dare u to try it' kinda way. They listen to rap n all d trendy music, love movies, love games - on their phones, xboxing, tablets - basically gadget freaks. They laugh so loud n give d crazy handshakes. They are always on social network, they never lack chatting, they love to create n dy love the affair games. Go to any joint n they are there, every wkend they r hanging with d boys even the females hang with d boys too. You need to remind dm their age sometimes but hey! It is a healthy way to live!

Outlaws: These r d rebels, colorful hairs, dark outlook etcetera. Now this is me till I was practically told to change by school, love n bosses (aaarrrrggggggg) anyway, am back to being ME! They like to dress the way they feel. From old school to the time of Greece to basket ball to baggy jeans. On day they dress in all black, another all jeans and another ...they are themed in their mind n dress the part. They also think far and deep, never like everyone else. For me I like to see them as true creatives, the geniuses cos ur mind must reflect in our xter. Yes, I like the outlaws, the fashion rebels. Forgot to add, they r d true romantic n sexy gurus. Always writing, drawing or anything dt will bring out that rebel in them(just like I am doing now). They are FREE people.

Finding Nimo: Now this ones dnt knw were dy belong, dy r still fnding their style lol today they are sexy, tomorrow the corporate, after they r ruff n tumble n dey do a bad job bout it all. They long so much to belong that whatever crowd they are in at the moment is how they dress. they are mostly newbies in an agency or the less confident people. few have d creative mind but alot of them found themselves in agency due to job search. They mostly leave agency job after a while n find themselves as admin in other industries.

I would have loved to put real #Admen pictures and name agencies who practice which more but...I am still a staff o n after naija ads, I have learnt dt my mouth will kick me out of agency soon (bhuahahahahahahhahahahhahahaaaa)