Legs Wide Closed - Epilogue

Life's worth

Life's draught

Life brings u so much twist

Seeker of one

Weaker than none

Bringer of everything other than wroth

Love conquers

Love wanders

Love cruelty knows no borders

Life can love

Love can live

None can grasp its every mystery

The day started out bright, the roads were free and I got to work in time. I had being working for barely 4months and I am loving it. The freedom it gives, the peace of mind; knowing you can buy what you want, go where you want, cause you are working for your money. I had a good relationship with my colleagues and we were chatting when the phone rang.

Jev what’s up with you and Ikram?

Hi Babe, (I laughed) nothing, we had a fight but we are good. Why?

I am sending you a picture right now and there is a lot from where that came from

The line went dead and I waited pensively. My heart started to beat fast. I could not understand the call then a ping entered. I saw the picture. It was startling; I couldn’t phantom what was going on. The thoughts in my head transformed into their very being, demons. A thousand thoughts ran around, juggling stories, creating damnation, breathing fire. The phone rings

‘Babe, saw it. I don’t know what it’s about but it’s all good.’

I tried to keep face cause I knew I didn’t, couldn’t, I… I wanted space, space to digest what I just saw and make sense of it but oh, it was not done, the game was not done with fucking my senses out. It needed to deal the maddest blow to my lower tummy; the mother of all pains was what its intensions were and I had to feel it, today and no other day. It needed to kill me, oh yes; it was not done with me

‘It’s not all good girl cause what I am about to tell you is even worse. Just go somewhere we can talk’

I walked downstairs and out of the office into the street, I wasn’t sure why I did it but I knew this wasn’t going to go down well with me and I didn’t need the preying eyes of my colleagues and I knew I won’t want to answer any questions either. The phone rang again and what she told me was the shocker of my life.

My head suddenly became swollen and my breathing seized. Memories juggled in mind like a legion, hunting my vision. Yes! It has to be a demon, no not a, many demons. Cause nothing can hunt you at that speed and change your life forever. I wished the ground could open and swallow me in and just close up so the world could be rid of my foolishness. I could hear the demons laugh at me all at once making my blood rush fast to my head. It had to be the demon called legion, I called its name but it didn’t answer just laughed. Name calling wasn’t going to work this time cause I was ‘it’.

I took a step forward. Tongue tied, my world opened in front of me but I could see nothing. His words started racing through my head, his soft tender assuring voice, his kisses that told me stories of how he cared for me, wanted me, his curved willy that I could never get enough of, that gave me so much pleasure and made me feel like the best lady in the world.  My mind was a whirl wind of emotions and nothing I could do to stop it. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, I started to grasp for breath. Her voice trailed till I could hear her no more. It was too fast, too much to hear all at once and from someone seated between a stranger and a friend, not even some one that knew us well, someone close to me, not even HIM!

The tears started to fall like a water fall. I couldn’t wail and I wanted to. I couldn’t lift a finger and I wanted to punch a wall. I cut the call and stood, looking at nothing, finding nothing. My thoughts could only see the word ‘betrayal’. How could one love so much, trust so much and be melted out with such. Nothing could explain it no, especially when the betrayal was meted from the back when you were not watching.

I was being fucked by the very game I loved to play. It man handled me and taught me why you don’t fall in love with a game. Follow the lead; the instructions are always in your face. The signs are always there so you do not underestimate it cause not all players are willing to follow their heart when the game changes and emotions come in. I was face fucked by the very game I loved so well, it spilled cum of betrayer all over my face and laughed at me. Rubbed my cum face in mud and stuck my head out so the world could see.

‘Jev’

It said.

‘A game is a game, never try to understand it, never overestimate it and never try to make it real. Just enjoy it and move on’.

On, I moved.

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Legs Wide Closed 10

In the mist of peace comes the heaviest of storms.

It was the season that brought more joy to our hearts. Ikram and I had so much fun in the months that followed. He often visited me at home, in my office (Yeah got a job) everywhere I went, he came if I wanted him there. He was my lover, my driver, my friend. We couldn't get enough of each other and friends started murmuring, calling us “best couple”. Even sometimes, they talked about our kids; yeah, we also talked about marriage and kiddies too, lol. It seemed like ….the odds were nowhere to be found. Until that night; after eating our favorite bbq chicken washed down with ice-cold vodka, naked in bed, he pinched my nipples as I giggled. Suddenly, he turned to look me deep in the eye and smiled. But despite the smile, I could feel a hidden hurt, I wasn't mistaken, there was pain in those eyes.

'What's wrong?' I asked

'Nothing' he responded.

He got up from the bed, sheets crumbling to the floor trailing him as he walked naked to the bathroom. I continued nibbling on my chicken thigh. After a few seconds, he walked back into the room and sat on the floor, watching me with that smile again. I looked at him, dropped the bone and crawled to him. Moving his lips against mine, I slowly traced them with my tongue then pushed the tongue between his lips even as he sucked it. Then I went for the kill, pushed my lips closer as he tried to grab them with his but I keep resisting, drawing my lips back as he tries again. He loved it when I teased kissed him like this. He pulled me closer with his left hand and sucked hungrily on my lips, I playfully bit his lower lips and started to laugh

'awww, you bit me, you’re going to pay for it'

I laughed out loud as he stood up, carried me up and took me to the living room. He set me on the sofa and started to kiss me again. I pushed him away as he fell playfully to the ground and got up. I held out my hands and he caught them. I pulled him to his push-up gym set.

'I want to do it here'

I said, stepping into my heels. He licked his lips and laid down on the gym set. His willy erect and looking straight up at me, hungrily. I climbed on it, gently guiding it into me as a soft moan escaped my lips. His hands crawled up and cupped my boobs as we looked into each other's eyes. I rode softly, gently. I could feel him pulsate inside me as he left my boobs and grabbed the bars, his face starting to tighten

'Not so fast mister'

I said, standing up, making him slide helplessly out of me. He got up suddenly and dragged me back by the waist as I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. I’m back on the saddle, riding my very own cowboy. His left hand darts up to grab me by the neck firmly, a bit too tightly. I start to choke as his face tightens, he screamed out loud with pleasure as I grab his hands trying to stop him for grabbing my neck too tight. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms round my waist, hugging me desperately as he exploded inside of me. I patted his head, tongue-kissing his neck as he buried his face between my boobs.

'That was the fastest you've ever cum'

We both laughed.

'I want this, I don't want it to stop'

'It won't stop'

 I said, not bothering to understand what he meant. He kissed me softly on the lips as I slowly get off him. He shivers and squeezes his face as I slowly let him slide out of me. I rushed to the bathroom. As I step back out, I see him guarding the door, smiling sheepishly. The sadness had disappeared. He planted a kiss on my lips.

'You know I am going back home tonight don't you?'

'Stay a week, come stay a week and let's fuck all night long'

I laughed and looked at him. Surprised at his offer.

'Na, you know I can't'

I said, starting to dress up. He smiled and walked towards his clothes to dress up. At that instance, I felt bad and wished my response had been positive but I had to go home.

Five minutes later, we were on our way back to mine. As he drove, I studied his features, lips, eyes; yes his eyes. Loved them. Even without being told, I could read his heart from his eyes and knew how much he cared for me, felt for me and how hiding his feelings hurt him so much. I reached for his zipper and start to unbuckle his belt.

'What are you doing?'

'Shhh. Drive'

Was my reply. He laughed and adjusted on his seat as I unbuckled the belt and zipped down. I reached for his willy and burst out laughing

'You are already hard'

We both laugh as I gently brought his willy out and bent down to kiss it, sucking softly. I could feel the car sway

'Concentrate, don't kill us o'

We both laugh as he moaned out in pleasure. I could feel him throb, but before I could slow him down, I felt him release in my mouth as I sucked hungrily on the warm fluid. He screamed out in pleasure as his leg pressed hard on the tootle, I kept sucking hungrily. He parked abruptly and dragged me up, kissing me, sucking the cum from my lips. His hand reach under my blouse and squeezed hard at my boobs, I moaned loudly from pleasure and pain. Faster than I thought possible, my seat folded backwards, making me lie on my back as he whisked off my top. I hurriedly took of my pants and in fractions of a second; he was on top of me.

'Slide to the back'

I obeyed without complain as he followed me to the back seat. I laid across it as he climbed on me again, without any notice, he shove himself deep and hard into me. I screamed again in pleasure, cupping his butt with my arms, helping him pump fast into me, pushing hard as my legs hug over his back, his head bent down towards my boobs as he tongue flicked over my nipples. A delicious shriek escaped both our lips as we climaxed together, shuddering to the rhythm of the humming car engine.

A week or so later, we were laughing, recalling the event after a round of paint balling. Yea, we sort of spent every Christmas weekend either paint balling or go-karting. It was a fun holiday and my happiest.

'I need to pee and change out of this kit'

He nodded in agreement and escorted me behind the paint balling arena where there was an uncompleted building. As I finished peeing, he pulled me against himself and bent me down to a kneel, then he shoved himself towards my mouth.

'stop we are in public, it's too bright someone might see us'

Na, don't think about it remember?'

I laughed and succumbed. Suddenly, he pulled me up, dragged my jeans further down my legs and turned me around, bending me over to touch my toes. He rammed into me so hard that the pleasure blinded me to the world. He held my waist hard into himself as he came

'you owe me big'

I said as we laughed and dressed up.

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Legs Wide Closed 9

It's easy to act like if nothing happened but inside you, it eats at you and kills you and then...nothing really matters. Ikram and I became close all of a sudden. We went everywhere together even on Valentine's day; at christmas, we had a two weeks plan and had fun together, it was electrifying. It was like he was trying to prove to me that the molato (mullato?) was not important to him anymore and she was lost like the months that went by. I wish I could believe him completely but...my cautious side had the best of me. I started to feel only the moments; the moments when we were together and tried not to think of him when we are not. Then another round of events happened. You can't cheat nature, she rears her ugly head when you least expect to remind you that she is still there.

I got tickets to this really cool standup comedy event and convinced him to come with me. When we got there, we had to walk all the way from the parking lot to the hall and that's when the first hurricane struck.

 'Hiya Ikram, fancy meeting you here. ‘Thought you didn't do shows’! 

I turned to see this pretty plastic chic - she looked all faked up from the lashes to the nails to the heavy make up but yeah, she was still pretty - I turned back to look at Ikram; he had this sheepish mysterious smile on his face. It was obvious she was more than a friend cause she gave me this look and then wiggled back into the car she’d popped her head from. Ikram let out a loud guffaw, throwing his head backwards. This time I was four feet away from him, walking fast and not giving a damn about the drama that had just unfolded behind. I spied a cosy seat and sat down, he, next to me, still smiling sheepishly. I looked at him with a stern face and he went 

‘she is just a friend, my colleagues hooked us up and she felt we would date but there was nothing'. 

I gave him the hand, looked at the time and wondered when the event will kick off. Then I heard a power bike and a smile grew on my face. Ikram knew I loved bikes and the men who rode them so, his countenance changed. 

'You wished you were riding him?' 

I gave him the 'what the f**k' look and turned away. He still had his sheepish smile on. I usually loved that mysterious smile, it was full of mischief most times but this time, it was filled with secrets and I hated secrets. ‘Riiiing’, his phone vibrated between us. "He smiled into his phone as he picked it up, listened for a while and started searching for someone 

'Really? How come I didn't see you? Ok will do.’ 

He dropped the phone on the table as his smile deepened. I looked at him with a straight face. 

'Look Jev, I don't know what's happening t but you might not like it. There is another lady inside and she is going to walk up to me to say hi. Trust me, I am not dating her; was thinking about it but we never got round to it'. 

‘What!’ My eyes went wild. 'You not dating her but you were thinking about it while I’m still in your life and you didn't tell me' I said to myself still staring accusingly at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and all I could say was 'Ikram, when did we start keeping secrets from each other'? A tear welled up in my eye and I got up immediately. Didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cry so I started walking away but he followed. 

'Where are you going, the show is about to start' 

I just kept walking. 

'Com’on Jev, they are just friends nothing more' 

I stopped and spat…

'nothing more and yet you didn't tell me? I had to walk into this show to know you had TWO ladies part from me' 

I got so pissed again and quickly wiped off the tear as it rolled down and  continued walking briskly away. He kept following. 

'Where are you going?' 

'Home, I want to give you space so you don't have to explain me to your soon to be girlfriends'. 

He kept quiet all the way till I stopped a cab. 

'Let me drop you at home at least' 

'no, no Ikram, I think its best we should just call it quits. This won't work. Let's just stop now cause i'm starting to have feelings for you, we’ve tried; I don’t do games for this long' 

I felt the tears choke my voice but I kept a straight face. 

'Why are you doing this Jev, why are you trying to end this, I am not dating them for Pete sake'. 

I spoke with the cab driver and stepped in. Closed the door and didn't look at him but the tears started dropping fast as the cab drove away.

It's funny how you feel you are ok with a game until you get caught in it. I guess cuz usually, I play for a brief period but this had passed the limit so it really was time to call it quits. 

As I sipped coffee playing with my laptop the next morning, celebrating my new writing job, I didn't notice the name on my phone as it rang, happily I voiced

'Hello - oh!' 

'Hi, please can you come to your door?' 

it was Ikram. I was shocked, I looked at the time it was just 22minutes past 5am. My parents had traveled and I had planned to spend the night at his but my anger made me leave him earlier last night. It was very unusual for him to come early on a Sunday morning cause he had a routin that usually kept him till 11am, a routin he never interrupted except need be. He looked so angry when I opened the door, or was it sad? He stepped in and walked straight to the sofa and sat down. I stood, looking at him, I must admit, I was surprised. I thought he would take the bait and just leave me alone. It was obvious we weren't going anywhere, the sex was good...oh the sex was good. 

'I know you are angry about how I left you last night Ikram but for real, I think it's best we stopped seeing each other. I am starting to have feelings for you and I can't control it anymore especially when we know we really can't be together like that'. 

He kept mute and I walked to him, knelt in front of him, my hands on this thighs, I looked into his eyes. 

'Can’t you see its best we call it quits now before it will be too hard and painful? You already told me your mum won't let you marry a Nigerian so what's the use of all this?' 

he looked me in the eyes, obviously worried 

'we can't tell what will be Jev, why end this beautiful thing we have? We are so good together, we make each other happy, let's leave it to die naturally than force it' 

I missed him, I just wanted to kiss his lips as he spoke, we had a magical chemistry that always drew us to each other and even I could not lie about it. He did make me happy, made me forget. I kissed him. He grabbed me closer to himself and kissed me like his life depended on it. I kissed him back as I stood to sit on his legs, spreading my thighs and pushing my pelvis closer to his body, wanting him inside of me. I held him tight in a hug, kissing him. He did same, dragging my head back while pulling my hair and kissing my neck.

 'you belong to me Jev, don't forget that' 

I felt joy and at the same time fear.

He left a few minutes after we had a little talk about 'us'. We had the heart to heart talk again but this time with specifics. I felt better somehow and he looked happy when he left. It was like we really wanted each other so bad but scared we were not right for each other. Society, religion and nationality sure do play a part in relationships. It ties us into a world of sadness as we may not have what we really want and even when we want to fight the urge...we really don't fight the urge. We just accept the trap and live a miserable life.

Later that night I was at Ikrams. I had a fetish I wanted to live out. We had the usual wild sex but my mind was set for 1am. As I watched a movie in his bedroom, naked as usual cause he likes the nude like me. He jumped on me and started to kiss me. I giggled 'stop you are obstructing my movie' he grinned and continued, going down to my nipple as I heaved a sigh. 

'stop' 

my voice trailed off, my hands massaging the back of his head as he nibbled on my nipple, my pelvis wiggling, pressing hard against his. He kissed my tummy, then my navel, going down, as my breath grew heavier. He lifted my things up and buried his head between them as my lips released a tortured moan. He kissed round my clit, then he slid his tongue in me and tongue-fucked me, I felt my body tingle all over as my arms squeezed the bedspread; my eyes wide open as my moans grow louder. His finger found a way inside as his tongue continue to play with my clit, I could feel my brain explode but the cum refused to flow. I dragged him up and helped him inside of me as I screamed again from the pleasure, I just couldn't take it so I held his pelvis, pressed him down inside me for a few seconds; I was scared I could die from pleasure if he pumped. He gently released his waist from my grip and pumped slowly, I kept screaming with pleasure as he bent over to lick my nipple; I screamed my lungs out and the cum exploded from my body. I never screamed that loud before, at that moment I knew I was trapped, trapped in his chemistry for life. He continued pumping, increasing the tempo as I screamed, then he started to scream too, thrusting his pelvis into me and stretching longer and harder, I hugged him tight as he came. I knew he was through as the stretch became weaker and weaker, suddenly, He fell on top of me and we laughed. We laughed so loud and started to kiss again. I ran from his arms into the convenience to take a cold shower cause I felt sour, he walked in and joined me as we kissed and gave each other a bath.

Hours later we were watching a movie when I noticed it was time, I smiled and dragged him 

'where are we going to at this time?' 

'just follow me and don't argue, don't think about it and don't refuse' 

he smiled. He loved it when I took control. I walked him into the living room and unlocked the doors leading outside 

'what are you doing'?

 he asked excited 

'we are fucking outside under the rain' 

he laughed as I dragged him out, found a sitting place and pushed him on it. 

‘mosquitoes' 

he complained 

'don't think about it' 

I reminded and went down on him, taking his willy into my mouth while my arms rubbed his legs, ridding him of the insects, he moaned and start to massage my head, assisting my rhythm as I swallowed him whole, deep throating. 

'fuck' 

he wispered as I drew out, tracing his veins with my tongue and sucking the cap of his willy anytime I get to it. He loved that, I knew cause his breathing became heavier and his arms pushed my head faster on his willy. I took one of his arms and placed it on my right boob. He massaged it and at intervals, used his fingers to play with the nipple. He grew harder in my mouth as I pumped faster, I could feel his veins swell and the rush; at that moment I stopped, stood up and helped him inside of me. He held me, placing his arms on my waist, guiding me to sit well on him. I started to hump, slowly, slowly then I jerked front and back then wiggled around, I repeated the ryhthm for a while then start to hump again, my legs touching the ground, helping me with my pace. As I felt him close to cuming, I got off him and turned, giving him my back, then sat on him again, this time he held me close with his palms cupping my boobs. I pumped again but faster, then jerked with my back in an arch, acting as if I was going to rip his willy off, he screamed in pleasure as the rain swallowed his voice, he bit the back of my neck and kissed it. Then I started to make a 180 turn. I took my right leg and brought it between his, still pumping, my left hand on his chest, playing with his lil chest hairs. Then I leaned forward, resting both palms on his left leg and pumped some more as he slapped my ass. Suddenly, I threw my right leg over his left, now my legs were closed, touching each other, trapping his willy inside, resting my palms on my thighs, I start to pump fast again, then wiggling round with just my pelvis in a moderate pace as he rubbed my back. The rain, making us cold even while the pleasure heated up. Suddenly, I threw my left leg across his pelvis, back to sitting and facing him, then I drew his head closer to my boobs. He got the message and cupped the two of them, sucking both nipples at once as I screamed in pleasure, jerking faster and at intervals, I pressed my pelvis closer to his as if I wanted to swallow him willy, waist and all. He started to scream first as I felt his cum hit my walls and I also exploded with an inhuman moan, cumming with him. He used his palm to cover my mouth as I bit into it, trying to reduce the scream while his other arm held my waist thigh, closer to him as he jerked hard, Stretching as he did. He fell back to rest on the wall (chair?) as I fell on him, resting on his chest. 

'I am sure you woke my neighbors' 

I laughed. He led me into the apartment, locked up, still holding my arms so I didn't leave him, then continued, leading us back into the bedroom, holding me close to him on the bed as we slept off.

My Manifesto

It's in the dream

The art of not knowing

Fingers tap freely

Alphabets twig into words

It's the freedom of words

Tied into the abyss of your thoughts

No client, no brand

Just you and yours faffing away

It's the reason for being

The world of your own

No limitation, no bounds

No reason to break free!

It's the act of elevation

Uplifting and appealing

The food of your soul

The lust of your mind

The art of creativity

The inhuman feel of greatness

Its you revealing a new you

You meeting another You

Realizing that which is in you!

The demigod called YOU!

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