Be Careful What You Ask For

1./ Chidinma breathed a sigh of relief. Over at last. It had been another rousing bout of sex with Obum.

Yes bout. That was the only word for it. She felt like someone who had been in a fight. She was getting tired of all this adventure.

2./ She didn’t mind variety, but this constant trying of new and more complex positions; positions which would try even the abilities of contortionist was getting out of hand.

What was he trying to prove she wondered? She longed for simple sex.

3./ Some good old fashioned missionary where she could relax and savour the pleasure and reactions of her lover rather than all these positions that made her feel like she was performing for a grade.

Or was it the cat o’ nine tails? The first time he produced it,

4./ she wanted to warn him. Then she remembered she had told him she liked edgy; at that, she swallowed and took her whipping like a man. It hadn’t been particularly painful. Pleasure pain really. Nonetheless, she would rather not. She could cope with a little mild spanking,

5./ but that koboko in disguise. Mbah. It wasn’t for her.
Miss her from that one biko.
It was almost reminiscent of the childhood flogging from her class teacher in primary 5. But how to tell him? She didn’t like blindfolds and being tied up either.

6./ That was a total nightmare for a control freak like her. But how was she going to express that to him? She shuddered when she remembered the choking. Too dicey.

She liked him a lot and she didn’t want to lose him. There would be many girls eager to do these things he liked.

7./ Only that she want one of them. But surely, this was a small price to pay. She thought.
Perhaps she had brought this on herself.
When they met, she wanted to impress him because she really liked him.

Everyone seemed to be into BDSM these days;

8./ to have beyond basic sexual desires. She had decided not to fall hand. Maybe she had overdone it. She mused.
How to backtrack at this point?

Obum sat on the toilet seat. His heart had now calmed down. Wow! He knew he had impressed the pants off Chidinma.

9./ She had said she liked to try new things. That she was open-minded and edgy and loved to push boundaries. He liked her a lot so he had googled and watched how to’s of different sexual fetishes and he had been wowing her steadily with his prowess.

10./ He looked down at his slightly sore penis; perhaps he should dip it in some cold water to soothe the soreness. She hadn’t been quite wet enough and now his member felt kind of tender. He hoped she was okay. She had been moaning loud and begging him not to stop,

11./ so he had continued even though it wasn’t so pleasant. He was relieved it was over.
Obum bent over and held his head in his hands. God! He was tired of all these styles. All he wanted was straight up missionary which would allow him to cuddle up to his woman’s body

12./ and to bury his head on her chest afterwards and suck bress.
Why did he have to make a performing monkey of himself?
Whose idea were all these styles? He wanted no part of them. He was a simple guy with simple tastes.
Vanilla was his favourite ice cream flavour.

13./His ideal date was a scenic drive with his date, or an evening at home having a meal with her. Because he liked Chidinma & he didn’t want to lose her, he was remaking himself into what she wanted. Hopefully he survived the remake.

He rinsed his face & returned to the room.

14./ “Babe” he called when he walked into the bedroom.

Chidinma looked up at him and smiled. She really liked this guy. He was kind and funny and intelligent and a good match for her. But she didn’t think she could keep this act up for much longer.

15./ Perhaps she ought to quit now before her heart got too entangled and she found herself resenting him because he didn’t intuit that what she said she wanted was at odds with what she actually wanted.

She remembered lines from a poem her father quoted all the time.

16./ Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.”

“Obum? Baby, I need to talk to you about something.”

Chidinma was wringing her hands as she spoke and she couldn’t look him in the face. Nonetheless, this conversation must be had.

17./ Obum looked questioningly at her.

“Talk to me Nne. What ups?” He asked.

“Well, it’s like this. . . “ she began.

The End