Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

March 3rd is a day I set aside to remember Ini every year. Yes! You’re reading this live and direct. Ini actually died. I know I wasn’t supposed to say this now but, as a mark of honour to her, I had to tell you guys. And that’s the reason I didn’t update yesterday as a mark of respect to her.

I planned to follow her home that evening as promised. That was after we had a mind blowing s*x, which happened to be our last! There was something strange and mysterious that night before, during and after s*x. The normal lively and Intimate Ini was cold and indecisive. After closing for the day around 8:15pm, she called me and said,

Ini: Can I still come?

Me: Why not?

Ini: Ok.

Me: What happened to you? You sound dull. Is it stress?

Ini: Not really? My mind is just troubled.

Me: We’ll talk when you come, ok?

Ini: Ok.

What could have made the always lively Ini sound this dull and unconnected? Did anyone offend her? I just couldn’t figure it out. About 5mins later, she walked in slowly, sat on the chair and threw her bag on the floor.

Me: What’s wrong baby? Any problem?

Ini: I can’t explain how I am feeling. It is as if I am scared of something I can’t explain.

Me: Fear of the unknown ke? Did you offend anyone?

Ini: Since you’ve known me, do you think I can offend anybody?

Me: That’s relative. You may think you did not offend anybody but in the real sense, you can offend some people by not offending them.

Ini: Don’t confuse me.

Me: Your quietness, humility, simplicity and honesty may be a threat to another person who is not as morally sound as you. So, not until you physically step on people’s toes before you realise you’ve offended them; you may offend them by being too clean!

Ini: Hmmmm. Na wah for this life ooo. Well, whether I offend someone by not offending anybody like you said or not, my heart is just too restless.

Me: Don’t worry baby. Maybe it is the stress.

Ini: I hope so ooo.

I beckoned on her to come sit on my laps. I held her close to myself and started allaying her fears, assuring her all will be well. My sweet talking and ability to influence people’s mind, made her gave in to me for a short but mind blowing s*x that night. I had assured her that I will walk her home that evening for the opportunity of knowing her sister.

Ini: Let’s do it here. I don’t wanna go inside.

Me: Whatever you want dear.

Shirt and skirt off, pants down,
Nightingales in China Town;
Unclad we lay on the floor,
sU-Cking on her b0s0m with vigour.

She lay still, unmoved,
Like a log fastened with chains;
Echoes of fear gripped the hood,
Blood running through her veins.

The queen of my life,
Angel in disguise;
Though competition is rife,
I loved you until your demise!

Slowly but steady,
Penetrating deep and sturdy;
You are my soul, heart and body,
Sweet, precise and cozy.

She didn’t m0an, she didn’t move. But for the feeling and the joy of penetration, I would have stopped. I managed to roar to climax, feeling satisfied but unfufilled. Ini’s action and mood raised mcuh concern for me. This is unlike her.

Me: You’re not yourself today baby. What’s going on?

Ini: Nothing. I am not just in the mood really.

Me: Is that all?

Ini: That’s all I can say for now.

Me: Alright. Go shower and let’s go.

She got up slowly, walked inside, took her shower and we left. We were inside the vehicle when she said,

Ini: Can you do me a favour?

Me: Favour? What kind of favour?

Ini: I don’t want you to follow me home anymore. I don’t want my sister to know you for now.

Me: Ini what’s going on? We agreed I was gonna follow you home and now when we are alomost there I guess, you’re changing your mind?

Ini: I am sorry. Something tells me to stop you from showing yourself to my sister for now.

Me: I am confused. I am lost here.

Ini: Don’t worry baby. All is well.

She held my hand as she said those words. Peace returned to my troubled mind immediately. I agreed to go back home on one condition,

Me: Give me your sister’s number.

Ini: Ok. I will send it to you when I’ve confirmed that you’re back home.

Me: Ok.

When we highlighted frm the vehicle, she called for a bike to take her home.

Me: Not even a walk with me?

Ini: I don’t want to trouble you. Go back home dear. Call me when you’re home. Zoom! The bike zoomed out of sight. Fear returned to my heart when she left me. What kind of night is this? The fear of going back home to sleep alone gripped me. I no fit go back home alone ooo. Quickly I called Deola to know her status,

Me: Where are you dear?

Deola: Still at work. What’s up?

Me: Nothing much. I am passing the night in your house. So, hurry up.

Deola: Wow! Ok. I’ll be home soon. Should I come pick you at home?

Me: No, don’t bother. I’ll be waiting for you at your gate.

Deola: That serious? You’re making me smile here.

Me: I guess that’s a good thing, right?

Deola: Yea, it is.

When I got Deola’s house, I located one quiet spot opposite her gate and sat down there to wait. These are two extremes: Lie & Fear.