In my semi-conscious state I could hear
heavy Noises, which sounded like Gun shots
but I wasn’t bordered cus for me the gift of
sleep was the best gift mankind ever had, so I
continued in my long siesta, the noise
became unbearable as people started
screaming ferociously, it was then I opened
my eyes and to my greatest consternation it
was already dark ,wow I had slept for over
five hours, from the ensuing circumstances I
could Apprehend an unrest, the first thing
that came to my mind was that der was a
clash between vengeful cultist, but at the
other side I could hear incantation by
students ‘We no go gree o, we no go gree’ .
Stepping outside I saw students packing
books, boxes running helter skelter, some
holding Guns others shooting sporadically in
the air, turning cars upside down like they
had acquired some kind of supernatural
power , setting shops and items ablaze, for
some reason I felt I was still sleeping because
it felt like a dream, or better still a scene in a
war movie.
Okay there was a riot in my school that day
(evening ) and I was lucky to make it out
alive from the hostel, but thanks to this
unfortunate event I had an experience of a life
time.
School was subsequently closed for 6 full
months, so I had a lot of free time on my
hands and I had no idea what to use my time
for, I thought of working but my dad wouldn’t
let me, he said I shouldn’t think of making
money so early in life so I wouldn’t be
distracted from studies, I was so bored that I
felt I was a magician after watching so many
videos of Criss Angel but as Criss himself I
had to make my boring predicament
disappear, I thought to myself. So I went to
my dad and gave him reasons why I needed
to travel, and he surprisingly obliged and
before I knew it I was on a flight to Abuja,
where I was to stay with my Aunty, an Aunty
which I had come across only once, she was
the sexiest Aunty I ever saw, Tall, Dark, Busty,
yes she had so much curves that you could
use her to draw a graph, as I said I only met
her once and I was about to meet her again.
I landed in Abuja 25 minutes after I left
calabar, it’s funny how fast a plane can
transport some1. Landing in the Abuja airport
I entered a bus which took me to the Main
airport reception, I was starting to feel
uncomfortable not until I saw her…MISS Clara
was her name and being s*xy** was her
game. I saw her from a distance and I started
moving closer towards her, I could feel my
heart beating because I wasn’t sure of what I
would say to her, but before I could ponder
some more she completed the distance
between us and gave me a big hug, the aura
around her was magnificent maybe it was
because of her expensive perfume I don’t
know, her looks, her eyes, her outfit only
dripped with radiance…she was what I would
call ‘fine Girl no pimples’, miss Clara was a
tall lady who stood at about 5 foot 4, she was
light in complexion or what I would call
chocolate, she had lovely brown hair, light
make up on, dark long eye lashes which were
by the way not fixed but natural, I noticed her
aquiline nose which I probably reasoned was
an interplay of Genes from my father’s side,
whose mother was a Lebanese, miss Clara
had this deep red lipstick on, with luscious
lips which made Angelina Jolie look bad, she
was clad in a short red gown, which was a V-
neck, for me it exposed a little too much, as I
cud see here big mammary glands, popping
out for recognition. Looking at her I realised I
knew little or nothing about this young lady
who was probably in her early 30’s but I was
sure I would find out sooner or later. My face
was virtually buried in between her booobs
while the hug lasted, this was because of her
height which was buttressed by her brown
high heel Louis Vuitton shoes, after the hug
she took a brief glance at me, and exclaimed
how fast I had grown considering the last
time she saw me, she held me in the hand as
we proceeded to her 406 Peugeot car, to say
the least I was impressed, but even more
when I arrived at her apartment.
On my way to her house I did get a glaring
view of the city of Abuja, the federal capital
territory, from the plane the city looked like a
village to me, with a lot of dust and untarred
roads, the height must have impaired my
visual abilities because looking at the city
from the car, Abuja looked like a vast
uncompleted building, structures being
constructed everywhere, new roads on the
verge of completion, skyscrapers made up of
all sort of bricks and precious materials,
companies and industries at every nook and
cranny, luxurious cars, sit outs etc. and all
the roads looked to me like a high way
because it was devoid of go slow or any form
of congestion, I also noticed the absence of
obnoxious police and road safety officers
asking for every car particular, license,
insurance, fire extinguisher even a Waec
result…lol… In a nutshell the city was lovely
and if I didn’t know better I would say that all
of the countries resources were deposited in
this place.
So we reached her apartment, she lived in an
area called wuye and, from our conversation
in the car she said she rented the self-
contained with 3 rooms for a whooping sum
of 950 thousand per annum. On entering
Clara’s abode I was greeted by this
scintillating odour in her vast parlour, it was
so pleasant that I had to inquire where the
refreshing smell came from, and she pointed
at some bouquet of flowers, which she said
she bought during her trip to Dubai with her
Boyfriend, boyfriend?! I muttered to myself,
her boyfriend was probably one of this young
oil moguls, or better still a very successful
entrepreneur I muttered some more, anyway
beside me was her 21 inch flat screen tv
hanging on her white wall, it was painted
white and designed with this lovely brown
patches that looked like stars, beneath the tv
was her home theatre with vertical speakers
by the sides to support it, she had this lovely
leather chairs , a Dining table on an elevated
floor behind them, which was made possible
by just a step, and Gorgeous floor tiles which
gave the house an illuminating background,
all this Engulfed in her unbelievably chilled
parlour, Equipped with heavy horse powered
LG air conditioner, still basking in the
splendour of this aesthetic home, Clara
beckoned on me not to worry that she will
Give me a tour of the house later on, but for
now I should follow her to my room where I
would keep my travelling bags and take a
bath to freshen up.
She led me straight to my room and I
followed religiously, I was so caught in the
moment that I almost forgot how beautiful
my host was, this made me wonder which
was more beautiful Herself or the house, Clara
led me to my room, which was equally
impressive, a bed with nice bed covers, an air
conditioner on the wall, a wardrobe and a
rest room which I later discovered, it seemed
like the room had not been occupied before,
because it was very vacant, well it was just
how I liked it, with her soft hands placed on
my chicks and a stare like a woman looking
into her lovers eye she asked me ‘swidy I
hope you like your room’ and I exclaimed
‘who wouldn’t‘ and she gave me a bright
smile, she told me to freshen up because she
was about to do same and meet her in her
room so I can remind her to make me launch,
her room was just opposite mine, the rooms
were situated in a corridor which was an
extension of the parlour, by the way this was
just 2 o’clock in the afternoon. She detached
her hand from my chick, licks her thumb in a
most seductive way and wipes through my
eyelashes in a bid to straighten them…on her
way out she turns her face back to me and
asks if I want to come in to the Jacuzzi with
her, Like a congested Hard disk my brain
found it hard to process her question, when
she saw the troubled look on my face she
smiled mischievously at me and said ‘see you
in a jiffy’ and she headed to her room…, I
stood there clueless, with mixed feelings,
feelings of sexual excitement on one hand
and a craving for un limitless adventure on
the other, but the mere thought of her being
my blood relation extinguished this Nutty
fantasies.
I dropped my bags unpacked a few clothes
and items, took a bath and laid down on my
bed trying to get acquainted with my new
environment, in the midst of my retrospection,
my phone rang I picked it up and saw a
strange number , on answering it I heard a
female voice, ‘Swidy it’s me Clara, come to
my room, I need your help with something’ I
was surprised that she had my number, but
on second thought I reasoned that my dad
must have given it to her, but that aside, what
was paramount on my mind at that moment
was what she wanted my help for, so I stood
up and headed to her door, and knocked
nervously and in less than 5 seconds the door
opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I stood
there for a moment completely overwhelmed
with my mouth Agape, staring directly at my
so called Aunty who was now…
Wearing a different outfit, to tell the truth I
thought I would open the door to see a very
Unclad Clara, but instead she had changed
into a white body hug top and a blue jean, I
could see her pink Bra through her top, which
held in place her voluptuous bosoms, she
said I should help put her chain around her
neck because she can’t seem to do it herself,
so I took it from her and put the chain
around her, she used her hand to shift her
hair to the side, to give room for me to hook
the chain together, as she waved her hair
aside i was immediately drawn to the
tantalising smell of her hair, it smelt like the
fresh air in the beginning of rainy season, all
this while, I had never really noticed it, her
hair was 100% natural she hadn’t fixed any
attachment, a little longer than the average
Nigerians woman’s hair, smooth and soft at
least that’s how it looked, probably she must
had been treating it with some expensive
cream, I thought, it was brown in colour but
there was nothing to suggest that it was due
for relaxing or perming, I suddenly gained
consciousness when she said ‘are you done?’,
I hurriedly hooked the chain and said yes, she
turned to me, told me to escort her to the car
so that she can drop me off at a fast food
just some miles from the house, so I can buy
myself launch, she told me that she was in a
hurry to meet up with some one, she dropped
me at the place, I ate there and I paid my way
back home, she had a dstv, dvd, and an Ipad
just lying around the house, so I had no
reason to get bored. I played around with this
things till I slept of, if I can recall correctly I
think she came back around 9pm, when she
came back she simply covered me with a
blanket, while I was sleeping on the most
comfy chair in the world, her parlour chair. I
slept like a baby that night.
I heard a whisper it said ‘Don’t be scared it’s
me’, this was followed by a soft bite on my
ear which sent shivers down my spine, the
smell from the hair was very familiar I
immediately recognised it as Clara’s, I wanted
to resist but I just couldn’t, I wanted to say
something but the words wouldn’t just come
out, I knew for sure it was Clara even with the
dim light in the room, the air was so chilled
mixed with the lovely aroma from every angle
perforating my sense of smell, the aura
around me was one of utmost seductiveness,
coupled with a pinch of fear of the unknown,
with her hands into my Pyjamas she explored
my chest graciously, and in a surge of sexual
anxiety she ripped my pyjama top apart
causing the buttons to fly recklessly into the
air, squatting on top of me in the cowgirl
position she bends to my ear and whispers
sentences of sweet nothingness, raises her
head up with her hand on my chest she says
to me in a fairly loud tone ‘Bleep me till I can
Pour no more’ I was shocked at her Explicit
language, but like a genie I was about to
grant her wish, I reached immediately for her
boosoms squeezed it through her night gown
which was loose at the bust, I took down the
spaghetti sleeves and s----d on her sensitive
Tips meticulously, she moaned in pleasure,
and in a state of blissful unconsciousness
she said ‘suck my puusy baby’, before I could
reply she made her way up to my face, with
her legs still apart she sat on my mouth,
leaving my lips and tongue to French kiss her
clean shaven m---d, which was already
dripping wet, she jerked her legs forward and
backward while screaming Yes! Yes!, the
warmth of her juice together with the sweet
smell of her lady orifice made my instrument
rock hard, and like a preview of an unreleased
movie I knew that i would be Approaching/
coming soon, she jerked so fast that my
tongue could barely keep up with the pace,
having enough of that episode, she went back
to her previous position and bends over and
kisses me passionately with her spittle all
over my mouth, while savoring this orgasmic
kiss, my eyes stayed completely shut, we
continued in the act for what seemed to be
eternity, it lasted so long that I started to feel
myself drift away, it was as if I was not in
control of myself anymore, in what seemed to
be a trance i opened my eyes, to an array of
light in the room, feeling my eye leads very
heavy and my gaze fuggy, I noticed that it
was already morning, having adjusted my
eyes to the brightness of the room, i began to
feel a certain unusual weight on top of me,
on a closer look I realized that right in front
of my face was a creature staring at me, in a
surge of adrenalin I jumped up and flung
whatever was on top of me to the ground,
standing up with my feet on my bed, trying to
focus on what was now on the floor…I
noticed it was just a dog, miss Clara
apparently disturbed by the noise ran to my
room and apologized for the disturbance of
her pet which she referred to as ‘huddy’, she
greeted me good morning while giving me a
shy look as she stared down at my rod which
was very alert to my embarrassment, leaving
with huddy she said ‘brush your teeth and
come to the table food is ready’ .
Devastated, embarrassed and disappointed all
at once I rushed to the bathroom sink,
opened the tap and washed the dog’s spittle
out of my face, and taking a moment to recap
my dream I exclaimed ‘D--n!! what a dream’
They say time goes by when you’re having
fun, my time definitely went by while having a
heartwarming conversation with my model
shaped Aunty, saying that Clara was fun-to-be with was an understatement, we sat at the
dining table gisting all day, it was a Saturday
and I needed to use the weekend to get to know Clara more, at that point I had gotten over the whole episode which took place
earlier that morning, although I could sense that she didn’t quite get over hers, probably
the thought of what she saw poking out of
my pyjama trousers, must have been the
reason she laughed uncontrollably to my
jokes which didn’t warrant that much
laughter. Clara gave me her full profile, it was
from this I got to know that she was just 29
years of age, she referred to herself as a civil
servant albeit a business woman; she also
owned a boutique which I also meted out
from the conversation.
She narrated her family history, but funny
enough I couldn’t pin point the part where
she came to relate with my family, to become
my Aunty, on asking her to explain her
relationship with my dad and larger family,
she smiled and said that the name ‘Aunty’
accorded to her was just ceremonial that she
is just a close friend of the family, her mother
was a close friend of my Aunty (My Dad’s
sister), who was from Akpabuyo just like my
Aunty; she then smiled some more and asked
me if she was too young to be my real Aunty
and I replied ‘yes, but not too young to be my
Sugar mummy, she chuckled at the same
time giving me a stern glance as if
considering whether I was eligible enough to
end up on her bed, she smiled some more,
right after the glance and bite her lower lip
sensuously as she looked away.I was starting
to flirt with my new found family friend, and
though I was a little bit perturbed by her
response after my flirtatious act, I loved her
all the same.
We were still on the dining table when her
friends came and broke our addictive
conversation, huddy made sure he gave them
a warm welcome by barking noisily with its
squeaky voice, huddy was a foreign breed
dog popularly known as a Chihuahua, its
breed originated in faraway Mexico but had
since spread to the rest of the world, and
purchased by anyone crazy enough to buy it.
The dog was interestingly tiny, it stood at
6-10 inches (15-23cm) light brown in
complexion, I was quite shocked when I learnt
that this breed of dogs was sold by a dog
vendor there in Abuja at a price of 120
thousand Naira, no wonder Clara cherished it
like it was a child, feeding it with dog food
that looked like corn flakes, which she bought
and stocked in cartons, sometimes she even
dressed it with colourful long sleeve tops, I
often watched this sought of behaviour in
movies, nonetheless it was funny to look at in
reality.
Clara and her colleagues stayed for a
considerable amount of time before they all
went out, all the while I was busy talking to
my folks at home about Abuja and how I was
ferrying so far, and my dad being a leisure
caller talked with me on the phone for what
seemed to be forever, after we hung up my
friends from Calabar almost immediately
engaged my line and we spoke unending
while I told them about my s*xy** Aunty, who
I just discovered was nothing but a family
friend, they jeered me on excitedly. It was
after the call that I started to feel lonely and I
realised that Clara didn’t really take me out of
the house to the happening places in Abuja,
for one I would have liked to club in the
biggest night clubs there and if possible
socialise and flirt with her high class friends,
there was still possible time for that, after all
this was just my second day in ABJ I
consoled myself.
Clara’s friends were equally as eye catching
as she was or even better; it was just that
Clara had this sensuousness about her that
made her beauty stand out.
I was really starting to get bored that evening
when I heard a knock on the parlour door,
Clara had warned me not to open the door to
anybody all I needed to do was to get a
verbal message, or letter if any, slipped by the
visitor through the somewhat postal port on
the door, it’s funny the kind of apertures
affixed on bullet proof doors now a days , on
attempt to waive the curtain aside and have a
glance of who it was through the glass of the
door, I saw a very pretty young lady, tall dark
and lovely, I tried to ask her what she wanted,
but she seemed to have difficulty hearing
from the thick door, pacified by her looks I let
the door open, she was tall dark and lovely
indeed, surprisingly she breezed in as if that
was her house, feeling so comfortable and at
home, I was quite stunned not at her conduct
but at her eye popping physique and I
spluttered absentmindedly ‘is it that every girl
in Abuja is beautiful’ she looked at me and
laughed Her name was Tiffany Utsu,
surprisingly she was from the northern part of
Cross River, Obudu to be precise. Tiffany
looked very much like a Hausa girl, except
she had no tribal marks on her face. I
observed that all around me were people
from my locality excepting Adamu Umuazu
the gate man, who was a full-fledged Hausa
man with a distorted English diction and
parallel tribal marks on both his chicks
emphasising his Hausa roots, I often kept him
at arms-length because he looked like the
kind of person that could strap a bomb to
himself and detonate it inside the building,
besides he often bared his disgust about how
unfair the government was treating him, and
how minimal his pay was.
Tiffany having already sat comfortably on the
chair, asked about Clara, but I told her Clara
was not around, she then inquired about little
Huddy, and I said I didn’t know, besides I was
glad that it was nowhere in sight because
little huddy can cause big problems I told her,
and she gave a brief smile, it seemed that
Tiffany and Clara were very close pals
because she seemed too comfortable in the
house. Having now sat down on the chair
beside Tiffany, Tiffany said ‘‘you must be the
Enitsua I’ve been hearing about’’ and I replied
‘You must be the girl I’ve been dreaming
about, you look much better in person
though’’ and she asked smiling ‘What?’ and I
said ‘You’re the girl of my dreams’ her smile
turned into laughter as she said between
laughs ‘Your actually as funny as Clara
described you’. Tiffany struck me as a very
cheerful and outgoing person, bubbling with
teenage life, this I noticed as she combed the
house frantically to see if there was anything
new to catch her fancy, well she did see
something, keeping up with kardashians was
being aired on E Channel and she watched on
excitedly, we had pockets of conversations in
between commercial breaks, she seemed to
be engrossed in the reality show because she
hardly looked at my face, any time our eyes
met she looked away shyly, well I wasn’t
surprised at this behaviour, I often elicited
such response from girls, mostly due to my
looks and am sure Tiffany liked what she
saw, I thought. Tiffany stayed for almost an
hour before she headed out the door, this was
around 8 o’clock, my thoughts were
confirmed when she said standing out the
door ‘You have nice eyelashes’ and I said
with a tint of blush on my chick ‘’Thank you’’
I usually reply such compliments with sweet
words but I guess she just took me
unawares. I stared at her curvy behind as she
went in her house, which was directly
opposite mine.
After Tiffany had left, the loneliness once
again crept in, so I decided to end the day
with a good night sleep, I made sure i entered
into my room and closed the door behind me
to avoid a De javu with huddy, I guess it
wasn’t up to an hour when Clara came back,
am usually a deep sleeper woken up by
nothing short of an Explosion, but on that
night a peck and the smell of grilled meat
(soya) got my eyes Gliding right open, Clara
apologised for staying out so late and
promised to make it up to me, she dropped
the soya in my hand and left in a hurry to the
voice of a man in the house, ‘‘Baby am
missing you already’’ said the man, “am
coming s*xy**’’ replied Clara In her usual
sweet voice, from his bass undertone I could
infer that he was a young man, his phonetic
accent and diction confirmed it too, I was
tempted to go out of the room and see this
guy who was probably Clara’s boyfriend but
then again i didn’t want to go and annoy
myself, because obviously this guy would
further deviate Clara’s attention from me. I
ferociously threaded on my juicy peppered
soya and washed it down with the chivita
juice from my mini fridge, the feeling was
divine.
I was woken from my pleasant sleep later
that night with sounds from Clara’s room, as
two bodies tussled at each other; making the
bed give out a muffled squeaky sound, Clara
was obviously having sexx with this guy.
Their moaning sounded like a duet, while the
man sang bass, she followed in terrible, i
could just imagine what was going on inside
the room, they both must have been stark
Unclad eating each other up, I imagined how
Clara would look like Unclad, am sure
perfection would trail her Unclothedness, her
pusssy must have been glittering with
wetnesss and her Nippples erect from
arousal, maybe they were in the missionary
posture or better still she in the cowgirl
position, riding mystery guy’s in her moist
hole, with her large b---m bouncing in a
frenzy, I was repulsed by the possibility of
Clara using her beautiful lips to give him a
bloww jobb, those lips should be on my own
Dicki I thought.
These people were definately noisy lovers
because their pleasure coated voices became
even more intense, the guy was now moaning
louder than Clara, I could hear ‘‘oughhhhh,
Bleep me mistress, oughhhh, that’s it’’ and
Clara at intervals gave out a shouts ‘’Ahhh
yyyes’’ her voice was beginning to sound
coarse as if she went to a tarry night and
screamed at the top of her lungs all through,
they were engaging in kinky sexx, perhaps
she was the mistress clad in a black leather
costume which exposed her b---m and
waste downward with leggings that looked
like nets opening at her pusssy area giving
room for it to be slammed well and good, I
was sure she had a whip too, my assumption
was brought to fruition almost immediately
when I heard a lash ‘Wwwhap Kpai!’ I guess
this landed on his Bottom because he
screamed ‘’ooo Mistress you’re so mean,
spank me mistress, baby spank me’’ I could
have sworn I heard Clara slap this guy, and
bellowed ‘‘Who is your baby, who!’’ and he
replied in a stifled voice ‘‘Am sorry Mistress,
your my mistress, not my baby’’ this was
some very serious stuff, I’ve heard about
things like this but I never knew it was
practised by Nigerian lovers. The rest of the
night was filled with Clara’s loud moaning,
because she had ordered her sexx slave to
bang her to comatose and I think he did just
that, I really don’t know how the whole
savage sexx ended, because at a certain
point I realised I was torturing myself
listening to two people making love and
screaming at the zenith of their sexual
depravity while I was fully dressed lying down
on my bed with no other person than myself.
I tell you that kind of situation can provoke
self-servicing and I wasn’t ready to engage in
such dastardly act, so I quietly headed to the
parlour chair, laid down, stuck my ear phone
to my ear and off I went.
The rest of the weekend was okay I guess, at
least Clara stayed with me all Sunday, we
talked as usual and bonded even more than
ever, but my attraction and enthusiasm
towards her had quenched, and am sure she
must have sensed it, I mean dreaming of
having sexx with her was futile and childish.
The sight of her that morning kept on
flashing through my mind, I was awake in the
parlour when she walked in languidly, her hair
was all messy owing to the excessive
pounding she had gotten that night, her short
purple night gown made little effort to
conceal her braless booobs which were
swaying from left to right at her every step,
most of her thighs were also left out, her
buttockss was equally swaying to the rhythm
of her movement, this made me wonder if
she wore a pantyy underneath.
She had a spark of excitement on her face as
she greeted me Good morning with a guilty
disposition, mystery guy must have ffucked
her real good I said to myself and how was I
to compete with him?, where would I get the
muscles to subdue this Amazon of a woman
in bed?, can I handle all the thrusting and
wiping? I shrugged at these questions. Clara
apparently lost for words asked me ” so em…I
hope you slept well?” and I replied
indifferently “I would have if you and your
boyfriend had let me” and she gave me a
remorseful smile and replied “am so sorry”
her apologies meant nothing to me because I
was already tired of her niceness and sexx
tease.
As for mystery guy he had left very early that
morning, I didn’t even get a chance to see
him not until Monday evening when we all
went out for a candle light dinner, Clara,
Williams (mystery guy), Myself and Wilma
Clara’s friend. Williams I learnt was a doctor
and I must admit he was a piece of cake, not
as a weakling or a pushover but a piece of
cake from which every woman would like to
have a slice. I did enjoy those two days, most
memorable was the shopping and the trip to
the Cinema were Clara and I watched Titanic
in 3D, it was my first time experiencing a 3D
film and it was delightful. In the midst of my
outings and escapades someone often came
into my mind Tiffany it was kind of strange
that I didn’t not set my eyes on her since that
night, not even in the hall way, this was a
perfect case of so close but yet so far away.


To be continued