WALKING IN MY DELIGHT!

With my towel tied round my chest
I walked carelessly into the sitting room
I had forgot my phone there earlier on after watching my favorite show on TV
There he was, the one I admired but whom never seemed to look at me
I was a little embarrassed because I was in my towel and was not expecting to meet him there
Our eyes met, my body shivered and I let go
My towel dropped...
His eyes were all over me like a desperate lion looking for a prey
I quickly picked my towel and dashed into my room leaving my phone out for the second time

I had come over to my Funke's place to spend some days
Funke had been my best friend since secondary school
I came into Lagos few days back for an interview at KC foods limited
Funke had left me with her elder brother for Abuja
He had been quite cold to me since my arrival
I could tell he was running away from something

I had all that it took to make a man go crazy
My experience with my past 2 boyfriends had proven it
My boobs complemented my ass, two round, big, firm oranges in front for two round, big, firm, soft paw paws behind
The doggy style had always been my preference... it sent me to heaven straight away

I knew he would come after me
For no one ever saw and remained the same
As I dressed in my nightie, I heard a knock on the door
That was the first time someone had knocked on my door since I came
I opened up, he stammered, saying he came to give me my phone
I collected it thanking him and shut the door

I had already cuddled up in my bed to sleep when I heard another knock on my door
I knew who it would be and what he wanted
But was I going to just allow him freely?
I stood up to open the door
He came in claiming that he had been unable to sleep
He rattled down how his feelings for me had been building up since I came into the house
He came close and I allowed him do the rest...

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