VALENTINE SPECIAL

Anuma Maxwell -

 Valentine Special

By Anuma Maxwell

She alighted from the bike wearing a pallazo trouser and a black round-neck top with a lion's head imprinted on it, her bum sitting confidently in the pallazo trouser. I watched from the window as she paid the bike man and made her way towards my one-room self-contained apartment; mhen! What a black beauty walking gracefully towards my apartment, her hips glaring at each step and I died inside as I couldn't control my hard on.

 

It's so funny that it's not even been a week since I've known Chioma. As the fuel scarcity ate deep last week, we were both struggling at Bovas filling station to get our fuel keg filled. It was no small struggle as the queue was long. Being a gentleman and seeing a beauty, I helped her with getting her fuel. We exchanged pleasantries and numbers. Four days later, here she is, in Agu's den after a series of chats and calls. Valentine's Day indeed.

 

I opened the door for her, stood at the entrance and gave her a lustful look. Wow, she's really stunning. I gave her a tight hug. She really does smell nice, oh! My hard on is really disgracing me. She felt it and looked into my eyes.

 

"What's that?" She asked wryly.

"That's me praising God for creating you," I replied.

 

She smiled upon hearing my silly reply. Taking her hand downward, she stroked the lion himself; ohhh! As I saw myself in heaven, she planted a kiss on my cheek, bringing me back to reality as she tapped my cheek seductively. I ushered her in, and she was taken aback as she savoured the aesthetic beauty of my apartment.

 

"Your house is really fine. You must have spent a fortune here," she asked.

 

I could only smile as I knew what I had to deny myself in order to equip my apartment to my taste. Is it the 5D wallpapers or the lion's head portrait? The lighting is also something to mention. I nodded in the affirmative as I scanned my room. Nah, I'm proud of myself. I told her to relax because the kitchen was available for her to prepare something for herself, which she did without hesitation.The grace with which she stood up, turning her back towards me as she made her way to the kitchen, I could only glare at her massive bum. Different thoughts began to circle in my head as I thought of what I was going to do to her. My hard on was not helping matters as it was doing everything in its power to tear the kniker I was putting on, protesting like EndSars protesters trying to air their voice.

 

I took a bold step towards the kitchen. She was trying to do the dishes. I hugged her from behind and ran my hand through her full titites.

 

"What are you trying to do?" She asked absentmindedly.

"I'm trying to cook beans," I replied.

 

She turned to face me, and the kiss we shared so passionately opened the floodgates of emotions. I turned her over, bent her over, and skillfully brought down the pallazo trousers and panties to reveal her massive bum in full flesh. I bent down to work my mouth on her already wet…


The phone rang…


I woke up from my sleep to see Chioma calling me on my phone. It was just 05:30am.

 

"Happy Valentine's Day babe... Don't forget I'm coming over today, "she said delightfully as I picked up her call.

"Okay," I replied with a sleepy voice.

 

I ended the call and noticed my hard on was really protesting.

 

"So it was all a dream." I sighed.

She shouldn't have called me at this time, na..." I said, hissing, as I made my way to the toilet.

 


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