ONE NIGHT STAND PT2
“Lets get freaky”
I could feel the adrenaline rush as she planted a kiss on my lips and led me to the room. As I opened the curtain, she vanished.

It wasn’t the first time I was having this dream. 5 years on and I couldn’t get over Ijeoma from camp.
Issa

“May God punish Sgt Suleiman wherever he is. I pray they deploy him to Sambisa to fight Boko haram.” I cursed as I woke up.

Despite having a stable source of income and being in a stable relationship, a part of me couldn’t get over that one night stand I missed with Ijeoma.

All efforts to find her proved futile. I had searched facebook and instagram for all the Ijeomas. still, I couldn’t find her.
I tried her line once again. “The number you’re trying to reach does not exist.” Was the repeated response.

I had barely dropped the phone when I heard a knock on my door.
It was Jumoke my current girlfirend. She was equally beautiful but was no match compared to Ijeoma whom I fantasized about.

Born with a silver spoon.
Jumoke was the best thing that happened to me during service. We began dating after service and she linked me with her dad’s real estate company which we later managed together as the years passed.

“Hey baby.”
“Have you forgotten? We have Tunde’s wedding to attend today.” she said.
“Oh. I totally forgot. You can go on our behalf.” I said wryly.
“Baby please. Tunde will be disappointed if he doesn’t see you.”

Reluctantly, I freshened up and joined her.

As we sat at the reception, the bridal train danced in with the couple.
Lo and behold. I was shocked to see Ijeoma amongst the Aso-Ebi girls.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked more glorious than ever.

I scanned her backside from afar and everything was still intact.

I did everything to make eye contact with her but she couldn’t see me.
I waited patiently for the perfect opportunity. Gift giving.

I quickly scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper with a text (Chat me up once you get this).

As I approached the couple with a gift. Ijeoma saw me and grinned. I gave her a wink and slipped the piece of paper on her palm (James Bond style) before approaching the couple.

I had barely reached my seat when I received a whatsapp message from her. “Hi Femi”
I giggled like a baby on seeing it and quickly saved her number.
We couldn’t get our eyes off each other as we chatted.

THE CHAT
Femi: “Meet me outside. Behind the couple’s car. Let’s reconnect.”
IJ: “Sure.”

“Baby, Give me a moment, i want to ease myself.” I excused myself from Jumoke.

I quickly rushed to the car stand and saw Ijeoma waiting. My heart raced on seeing her.

She gave me a tight hug on seeing me. Mehn, I felt those tingles once again.

“Where have you been? I’ve searched everywhere for you.” I asked.

“It hasn’t been easy Femi. I had to go incognito because of some challenges but I’ve been able to fix up the little pieces of my life.”

I wasn’t interested in what happened in her past. all that mattered most was hitting that coochie.
We reminisced on the camp incident with Sgt suleiman and joked about it.

“I wouldn’t mind continuing from where we stopped.” I grinned.
“Where?” She asked.
“You know na? At least there’s no Sgt to stop us.” I grinned.

I had barely finished that statement when Jumoke approached us.
“Baby, I’ve searched everywhere for you.” She said.

The look on Jumoke’s face forced me to give that introduction I wasn’t ready to give.

Something like this...

“jumoke, meet Ijeoma. an old friend in Camp. Ijeoma, meet jumoke my fiancee.”

Jumoke flashed her engagement ring as they exchanged pleasantries.
Reluctantly, we bid Ijeoma farewell and left.

As we drove off. I regretted why Jumoke showed up just in time like Sgt. Suleiman.
I was more determined than ever to hit that yellow coochie.

That night I couldn’t stop thinking about Ijeoma. Even while having sex with Jumoke all I could imagine was Ijeoma.

Jumoke had a trip the next day to monitor one our sites in Abuja and I felt it was the perfect opportunity to handle Ijeoma. I knew I had to act fast so I don’t miss out again.

After jumoke had slept off, I picked up my phone and called IJ. Luckily she picked up.
We chatted briefly and agreed to meet the next day after dropping Jumoke at the airport.

THE NEXT DAY.

I ensured there was no error due to parallax as I stayed with Jumoke till her flight took off before my scheduled meeting with Ijeoma at an eatery. This time I wasn’t ready to beat around the bush. I had to go straight to the point.

“Since our last meeting in camp. I haven’t gotten over you. Every thing about me has yearned for you.”
“But you have a fiancee.” She said wryly.

“I keep seeing you in my dreams IJ. I’m not asking for a relationship. I just need a one night stand to quench this thirst in my heart.”

“Femi, You are sick.” she laughed.

“Yes, I know. But you’re my cure. Heal me! This is the only opportunity I have before I get married.” I begged.

I had never begged for anything in my life like this. I didn’t care if I was under a spell but this was a good spell.

She took a deep breath, held my hands and whispered in my ears.
“Femi, I’ll be returning to PH first thing tomorrow. If you’re fast enough, we can get freaky with the little time we have left.”

I could feel fireworks in my heart on hearing this.

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6PM
As we drove home to Mekwe, we stopped at a Supermarket to get condoms. Ij called my attention to the sex toy section.

“Let’s make this a memorable night.” She grinned as she brandished a whip and a handcuff.

“Woah! are we going to do some 50 shades of grey shit?” I asked.

“Yeah. Tell me you haven’t tried it before.”
“I’ve only seen it in the movies.” I replied.
“You don’t know what you’ve been missing. My boyfriend introduced me to it. Trust me. After this, you’ll never have sex the same way again.” She assured.

I was torn between fear and curiosity.
“Hmmmm…. Anything to make my fantasises a memorable one.” I shrugged.

We bought the whip, handcuffs, Vodka, sex oil and a pack of condoms.

Like a man on steroids, we sped off to my house.
Jumoke kept calling. I didn’t pick up. Angrily, I switched off the phone. I wasn’t ready to let anything come between me and the promised land this time.

As we entered the room, We kissed like cursed animals. The adrenaline rush was high.

“Femi, Lets take it slow. I’ll be in charge.” she said as she pushed me on the bed.

Together, we gulped a bottle of Vodka and braced ourselves to get freaky.

She moved closer to me, brandished the handcuffs and whispered into my ears. “Raise your hands.”

I was reluctant to do so.

“Are you going to handcuff me? I thought it was the other way round.” I asked.

“We’ll take turns. I’ll handcuff you first so I can teach you. trust me.” She assured.

Amidst the grin on my face, I could hear my conscience repeatedly say “Femi Don’t do it.”

Like a sacrificial Lamb, I laid on the bed as I watched her blindfold me and handcuff my two hands to the protector behind the bed frame. I smiled like a fool.

Gently, she began to work on my zipper and boom! she planted a kiss on Lord stallion and fondled my balls.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.

“I’m going to suck the hell out of this baby.” She grinned.

BJ was one of the things that lacked in my sex life with Jumoke. She threw up at the thought of it and it frustrated me.
Here was I about to get it freely from a maniac.

Ij was well versed in the art as I felt her suck the soul out of my body. My brain went nuts. I moaned like a lady and twitched my legs as I vibrated helplessly like a spoilt generator.

I must confess! BJ hits differently when you’re blindfolded and your hands are tied.

She removed the blindfold and planted a kiss.

“This is just the beginning.” She said as she undressed herself slowly and began to dance seductively. Damn, she was a very good dancer. As an ass guy, The sight of her yellow coochie sent dopamine to my brain.

She bent on all fours and reversed in my direction.
“Do you want this coochie?”

“Yes! Untie me and i’ll ride you to oblivion!” I swore.

“Shhh! Not so fast. Have you done role play before?” She asked.
“No. but i’ll love to try it.” I grinned.
“You’re going to be the nutty boy while I’ll be the step mum who seduces you.”
“Wow! sounds like a nice idea.” I grinned.

She brought out the whip.
Seeing that whip brought back my child hood fears.

“Are you going to whip me with that?” I asked.
“yeah, you’ve been a very nutty boy and mama is going to teach you a lesson!” She grinned.

She moved closer to me and rubbed the sex oil on my butt seductively.
“How is this supposed to turn me on?” I asked
“Wait till I lash your butt.”
My reaction.

“IJ, I think you are taking this too far. Please, I just want to f**k.” I begged.

“Lashing you is what will turn me on. As you can see I’m not wet yet.”

At this point, It dawned on me that I had invited a psychopath to my house. It was too late to take any action as I was already handcuffed.

Lord stallion began to shrivel.

“IJ, Please.”
“Seeing you beg is already turning me on. Stay calm. You’ll love it.” she assured.

One strike on my butt sent shockwaves to my brain! At this point I wished it was a dream but it wasn’t.

“Who’s your mama now?” She yelled.
“It’s you! It’s you! Ma pa mi!” I screamed.
She let out a loud moan as I screamed in pains.

“Good boy. As you can see, I’m getting wet gradually. So let’s so this again.”

“Again! IJ please. There are other ways to get wet. Release me and I’ll make you cum. I promise.”

“I always enjoy it this way.” she grinned as she whipped me again, this time more harder as she let out a very loud moan.

I struggled to release myself but I couldn’t. I made a mess of the room as I kicked the bottle of oil and vodka in the process of swinging my legs to avoid getting hit again.

“Haba Femi, Don’t leave me hanging. One more time and I’ll release you.” She said brandishing the whip again.

“I no do again!!!! I no do again O!!!! Please release me.” I begged.

“I’m Kidding. I’m wet already, Let me release you so you can work on this coochie.”
I heaved a sigh of relief as she stepped down from the bed to get the key.

Behold.

Wait for it.

She had barely taken 2 steps to get the key when she slipped and hit her head on the edge of the bed stand. I realised the oil on the tiles caused her to slip.

“IJ!
Ijeoma!” I called out.

She laid motionless and didn’t respond.

My hands were tied to the protector and I couldn’t help.
I stretched my legs to Nudge her. She didn’t move.
My phone was switched off and beyond my reach.

At this moment, It was better to be caught fornicating than having a dead woman in my room. I had no option but to cry for help.

When the devil is on your case, everything begins to work against you.
Before I summed up the courage to cry out, I heard a knock on the door.

I looked at the time, it was 9pm.
I wondered who it could be.
“Femi! Femi!” A familiar voiced called out.
It was Jumoke’s Dad.

I tried to keep mute.

After repeated knocks. The door opened.
At that moment, I realised we didn’t lock the door as the adrenaline rush was too high.
With each step he took round the parlour my heart sank from the room.

Suddenly, his phone rang.
“Dear, I have the proposal here and Femi is no where to be found. His line isn’t going through” Her dad said.

“I’ll wait here for him. I guess he is within the neighbourhood cos his door is open.”
For 10minutes I heard movements in my parlour, I prayed he won’t get to the room.

Suddenly.

Everybody say suddenly.

Ijeoma’s phone began to ring.

My reaction.

My heart sank further as I heard his footsteps approaching the room.
As the door knob turned. I closed my eyes and said my last prayers.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.

I’m kidding.

The door opened. Mr Hafiz was rooted to the spot for 15seconds. He was speechless and tried to process what was happening.

BLOOD OF JESUS!!!! FEEEEMI!!!!!” Mr Hafiz screamed.

“Sir, It’s the work of the Devil.” I laid helplessly naked on the bed begging him.

“Femi! I took you as a son. and this is how you betrayed my daughter’s love. By the time I’m done with you, that Devil won’t recognise you.”

He moved towards Ijeoma who laid unconscious. he checked her pulse.
“Thank God she’s still breathing.”

While he waited for an Ambulance, he took snapshots of me in the same position as well as Ijeoma.

Ijeoma was rushed to a hospital. Luckily, she regained consciousness.

I was stripped of everything. My fiancee, my job, my house, my car.

I lost everything for a coochie I didn’t get to taste.

What pained me most was the Koboko I received in the name of BDSM.

***THE END***

For those who missed PT1.
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