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My +18 Stories

My +18 Stories – I Thought I Had Forgotten About Him

Snippet From The Last Episode: Dayo had a small penis, but he knew how to use it well. His fingers were up inside me now as he whispered in my ears ‘Sophie, let’s make a baby tonight.’

My +18 Diary Episode One

The following morning felt like every other morning in my life: Kiss Dayo goodbye as he leaves for his job and stay up all morning going through Instagram and Twitter. Nothing too special.

I wasn’t even expecting anything exciting to happen, nothing really exciting happens with me; But last night was exciting, the whole of yesterday was. Sex with Dayo isn’t always great, but there was something about him last night that was different. It was as if the promotion he got brought out the beast in him. A small beast, but a beast nevertheless. For a moment there I stopped thinking about George.

In fact, I hadn’t thought about George the entiret the night and this morning till I received my first phone call while I was scrolling through my TL on Instagram. The phone rang annoyingly and it was Pastor Tunji calling.

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‘Good morning sir…’ I answered. He said a short prayer (I wonder why, all these religious moralist) and informed me that one of the first timers is interested in being a member. He didn’t say who but he said he’ll forward the contact and I should do a follow up call trying to convince him to worship with us in our mid-week service on Tuesday.

I had no idea it was going to be George. It was almost midday when I had the ‘Strength’ to call this stranger (Don’t judge me, idleness can make you weak). You must have gotten the idea that I am a jobless housewife now.

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I called the number and he picked after the second try: ‘Hello… Good day…’ He didn’t reply; We’ve been trained for this kind of situations, so I went on.

‘My name is Sophie from ‘Jubilee Creed’ You worshiped with us last Sunday’ I said.

‘Good day, I’m George… Thanks for reaching out. Just text me on Whatsapp’ was all he said and hung up. At that point, I knew it was him. George, the one I couldn’t get out of my head. The one I was thinking about as Dayo made his way through my body, the one I had in mind as he pressed his palms against my breast (at least until the beast was unleashed).

‘George, wow…’ was all I could think of, maybe not all; At that point I remembered his face, the smile he threw at me as I greeted him in church yesterday. I remembered the way his butt cheeks moved from side to side as I watched him walk away after we greeted, I remembered how he made me feel and how bad I wanted him. I was definitely going to text him on Whatsapp.

Before I did text him, I changed my profile picture to my best photo, Dayo noticed it and texted me right there on WhatsApp: ‘Looking sexy for daddy 🍆🍆🍆 (with three eggplant emojis)’ I didn’t text back.

Oga, it’s not for you, it’s for George.

‘Hi, it’s Sophie from ‘Jubilee Creed’ was what I sent to his WhatsApp. He read but didn’t reply. Hard to get (or whatever it is he was doing) has never made me paranoid. That’s a ‘frigging’ turn on for me!

I wanted him more than ever now… It was bad that I just check my phone more than often to see if he’d reply. Nothing.

The desire grew exponentially and I found myself thinking about him throughout the morning till Dayo got back home. It’s not as if his presence took the desire away. It never left.

Before Dayo got back home, I had touched myself and played with my body for a number of times, every time with the thought of George. I imagine him working his way around my body. I had the idea for a perfect first time with him:

I imagine him to be a delivery man, coming to deliver something I had just bought Online. He walks in on me at the shower and is left with no option but to wait. I come out of the shower and innocently walk to collect my package but my towel falls off and the rest is history.

I wanted George badly, I thought about him all day, I checked my phone all day for his reply. He never did, I don’t know why. I will call him the next day but right now I need to be a wife to Dayo and prepare his dinner.

Just as I get set to cook, he calls me and says ‘we’re eating out tonight… get sexy for daddy’

A gentle reminder: This is a work of fiction, Characters and events are a result of Imaginations of ‘TheSlutrygoddess’

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