8 Things Men Hate During S*x You Don't Know About

There are actually some things women do during s*x that turn some men off... Checkout some of them

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Men love creativity in the bedroom. However, there are some creative activities that may seem odd to your man, while others are plainly dangerous to his well-being.

 

What are these activities? Read on…

1. The over-moan: Moaning in ecstasy when a guy is barely touching you makes him think you’re acting up. So, be careful how you moan.

2. The starfish: If there is anything that men hate during s*x, it is lying on the bed with your arms and legs stretched out flat, making absolutely no effort to play your part. Even if you’re down under his weight, men still want an active participant.

 

3. Too much bouncing up and down: When you’re on top, nothing scares a guy more than when you bounce a little too high, and there’s the chance of a botched landing. Catch some air and come down wrong, and you’re looking at the possibility of a broken penis. Yes, the penis is a muscle. But if severely bent while erect, it can tear.

 

4. Watch your style: Some like rough sex; some don’t. So, it is wrong to assume that your guy wants to be slapped, scratched down his back, spanked on the butt or any other thing you can do to inflict pain while having sex. If he tells you he likes it, fine. But if it hasn’t been discussed, don’t leave him with any teeth, nail or slap marks.

 

5. Exploration: Yes, many guys find it pleasurable to have their butt fondled. Many guys don’t. Unless he’s told you that he likes it, stay away from his anus. If you want to fondle something, reach for his balls instead. They are a much safer bet.

 

6. Careless riding of his penis: Naturally, an erect penis would bend forward. This means: Don’t ride a penis the same way you ride a bull. Lean forward or straighten up. Don’t lean all the way back. Quite simply, guys’ penises don’t bend that way.

7. Anal view: Most guys will agree that reverse cowgirl is a hot position. That being said, it’s safest to stay upright in this position. If you lean forward and grab his ankles, not only are you risking bending his penis the wrong way, you’re giving him an unsolicited view of your anus. Not sexy!

8. Don’t use water: There are many things that make good lubricants: jelly, lotion or saliva if you’re giving a hand job in the shower. One thing that doesn’t make a good lubricant is water. Water leads to dryness. If you are giving a hand job and need some extra lubricant, reach for the lotion, not the tap.

 

-Culled from Punch.

How Facebook and Instagram Kills Your S*x Life | (A MUST READ)

If you are addicted to social media and can't do without visiting it every single day, then know that you may be killing your s*x life.

 

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If you’re struggling with body image, social media may not be the place for you.

 

According to psychologists, struggling with body image affects an individual’s sexual behaviour, as people in that category may be unable to undress before the opposite s*x and enjoy s*x.

 

People who have body image issue also have problems having s*x, psychologists say.

 

Add to this the extra burden of watching, reading or hearing posts about what a perfect body looks like, and you have a double whammy! Or so researchers say.

 

A research compiled by the online diary site Pencourage.com found that more than half of Facebook and Instagram users in England admitted that reading gushing romantic or fitness-related updates by users left them feeling very insecure about their bodies.

 

The insecure users were so affected by these updates that they were less likely to have sex with their own partners after reading other people’s posts.

 

“These findings go further than previous studies, which showed that intimacy is affected because we spend more time on our smartphones than we ever did before,” says psychologist, Dr. Richard Sherry.

 

“The growing trend of showing off sculpted abs, for example, as well as soppy romantic statuses, is damaging viewers’ self-esteem, specifically in regard to s*x,” he warns.

 

The researchers warn that photo-sharing by Facebook friends or Instagram users have a much stronger and negative effects on men.

 

Two-thirds of respondents said reading posts like that by other people affected their own s*xual performance.

 

More than one-quarter of women said when they logged onto their visually-driven social media accounts before bedtime, they felt “less sexy.”

 

Seven percent of the women said they were definitely not in the mood for s*x after checking their Instagram or Facebook accounts.

 

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Via The Punch

My Wife is a S*x Machine, She Wants 7 Solid Rounds - Husband Cries for Help

A Nigerian husband with a 'nympho' wife has cried out on social media over his inability to satisfy his demanding partner in the 'Other Room'.

Relationship blogger, Joro Olumofin has shared the story of a man whose wife is reported to have an insatiable urge for s*x.

 

According to the faceless man, his wife demands for 7 solid rounds of s*x before she can reach 'cloud 9'. This has forced him into taking some s*x-enhancing drugs militating against his health.

 

He is currently seeking the opinions of the general public to help salvage his faltering marriage.

 

Read his story below:

 

My Married Lover Wants to Leak My N*ked Photos - Lady Cries Out Over Blackmail, Releases Shocking Chats

A Lady whose n*ked photo is about to hit the internet and on all social media platforms, has cried out for help as her married lover is threatening to blackmail her if she refuse his demands.

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Popular Lagos-based Psychologist and Relationship therapist, Joro Olumofin, has taken to his Instagram blog page to share the story of a young lady whose unclad photos are about to be leaked on the internet.

 

According to the lady who is crying out for help, her former married lover who she lost contact with, bumped into her recently and is requesting her to hook him up with one of her busty friends, she refused, turned him down for a date and blocked him.

 

Angered by her refusal, the married man reminded her that he is still in possession of some of her n*de photos which she sent to him while they were dating.

 

She shared her story and her chat with the man who is threatening to blackmail her.

 

Read her story below;

 

 

She also released their chats where the man is attempting to blackmail her.

 

For the Ladies: What Men Want and How to Give It to Them (Must Read)

Often times women ask what men really want especially in terms of satisfying them in the bedroom. This article has revealed most of men's fantasies in which if the ladies apply them, they'll use it to keep their men forever.

 

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• He loves doggy style: Men love the doggy style of s*x and find that idea of ‘submissiveness’ highly erotic. It’s one s*x position that enables men to climax without too much efforts!

 

• Become familiar with his frenulum, one of the most sensitive areas of the penis, which is on the underside of the penis. Playful light pressure to the frenulum often coax more blood into the penis for even harder erections. Wrap your hand around his penis so that the fleshy pads of your fingers rub over the frenulum. Place his hand over yours so he can guide you up and down just the way he likes it.

 

• Double his pleasure. Stimulate another erogenous zone such as his testicles and nipples. Rub the nerve-rich seam running down the middle of his scrotum, then gently push up against the base of his testicles with your hand. That’s a way to arouse his prostate, the sensitive gland known as the male G-spot, says s*x expert, Ian Kerner.

 

• Grab his butt. Wrapping your hands around his butts will make him feel wanted, which will turn him on.

 

• He loves more foreplay. Most men say they expect foreplay to last 15 minutes or longer. Longer foreplay helps men synchronise with their partners, giving them confidence and, as a result, better control over ejaculation, says San Francisco sex therapist, Dr. Seth Prosterman.

 

• Guide him. When he stimulates you with his hand, guide him to show him how you like to be touched. Your magic phrase? “Like this.” That’s all—he’ll get the picture.

 

• During s*x, switch positions. Slowly kiss him along his neck and collarbone. When you are shifting from one sex position to another, turn around and offer him rear entry.

 

• Keep the lights on. He loves when he can see and feel your body. And don’t be embarrassed because that will turn him off, says a relationships advisor Dr. Pepper Schwartz.

 

• Talk more like a man. When talking to your man, get to the point quicker. As much as men love the sound of your voice and really love to help you out, their attention spans are short. So, he’ll get the gist if you keep it short and just say what’s on your mind.

 

If you’re not really looking for solutions, tell him in black and white: “I’m not looking for you to fix anything; I feel better just having you understand how I’m feeling.” He will have the satisfaction of having provided something of value to you, the woman he cares about.

 

• To find out what he likes, ask. Guys can be shy about telling you what really turns them on and how they like to be touched down there. So, ask. Your permission to be open will create a safe, comfortable atmosphere that can turn into some really hot sex.

 

• Be more assertive. As much as a man likes to be in control, the bedroom is one place where he would like to see you take more control. Be the one to initiate s*x. When you take charge, you affirm your desire for him.

 

• Wear strapless dresses that flash a bit of flesh. Wear his boxers around the house. Leaving something to be imagined will drive him wild as men get turned on even more by what they can’t see.

 

• Slip into the shower with him and soap him up.

 

• At a fancy dinner at a restaurant, clue him in to the fact that you’re not wearing any underwear, and see how fast he finishes his desert!

 

• Seduce him with subtlety. S*x therapist, Dr. Robert Birch says, “Let your shirt fall from your shoulder, undo one more button, or wear a fitted blouse over a lacy bra and watch him ogle you all night long.”

 

• Ask for what you want in bed. A man would very much enjoy hearing what you’d like him to do to you in bed. “Saying ‘Oh, do that slower,’ isn’t an order, it’s s*xy,” says a s*x therapist, Dr. Joy Davidson.

 

• Laugh with and at him. Simply being able to laugh with him, at him, and at yourself is a sign of intellectual compatibility, says author, Dr. Billy Goldberg.

 

• Appreciate him. Show appreciation and respect for his hard work. Show your love for him to make him feel valued and needed as provider and protector.

 

• Hold his hand. Many women think that men don’t like cuddling, handholding, and other non-sexual forms of closeness; they’re wrong. Men enjoy it as much as you do. So, grab his hand, plant a brief but passionate kiss, touch his thigh with your hand, or graze his arm with your breasts … All these show your confidence in your s*xuality, which men find irresistible.

 

• The biggest secret sexual turn on for men. It’s your confidence in bed. It excites him to know that he is pleasing you, that you want him and are enjoying him as much as he’s enjoying you.

 

• Make s*x more interactive. Don’t just lie there! But you’ll satisfy him by letting him know what feels good to you and what he’s doing right. Grip the sheets. Grab the headboard. Moan into his ear and talk dirty. Plead. Demand. Direct.

 

Credits: Punch

Ladies, These are 4 Common Symptoms of Ovarian Cancer You Should Never Ignore

Ovarian cancer is a killer disease that has caused the death of many women across the world. These are certain signs of the disease you can't afford to joke with. 

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For Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month, we reveal the most common symptoms of ovarian cancer.

Cancer is a fickle beast.

Over 7,300 women are diagnosed with ovarian cancer in the UK every year and over 4,100 lose their lives to the disease – that’s 11 women per day.

Currently 46% of women diagnosed with ovarian cancer will survive for more than five years but when a woman is diagnosed at the earliest stage this rate doubles to 90%.

Ovarian cancer in particular is tricky to diagnose as 44% of British GPs believe symptoms only present themselves in the later stages of ovarian cancer – but this is not the case.

On top of that, 45% of women must wait three months or more from their first visit to the GP to getting a correct diagnosis.

This is why it is so important to know the common symptoms of ovarian cancer, so you can catch it early on.

Kath Pinter, Head of Support Services for Target Ovarian Cancer said common symptoms include:

1. - Persistent pelvic or abdominal pain.

2. - Increased abdominal size and persistent bloating – not bloating that comes and goes.

3. - Difficulty eating or feeling full quickly.

4. - Needing to wee more urgently and more often than usual.

“Occasionally there can be other symptoms such as changes in bowel habits, extreme fatigue (feeling very tired), unexplained weight loss or loss of appetite,” Kath explained.

“Any post-menopausal bleeding should always be investigated by a GP.”

Kath added that if you are experiencing any of these symptoms more than 12 times a month, you should see your GP.

She continued, “sometimes it helps to keep a diary of your symptoms, so you can remember. Target Ovarian Cancer’s free ovarian cancer Symptoms Diary app is an easy way to record your symptoms and communicate with your GP.”

If you feel like you have any of the above symptoms, please see your GP.

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Via Daily Star UK

Erotic Story: Jamie and the Adaora's Wedding Day Revenge Plan

Jamie and Adaora dated for a long time, only for her to break up with him and marry someone else a couple of months later... but Jamie has planned his perfect revenge.

 

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I was on a war path, I had just a little time left before she was gone from me forever and it seemed like I was getting nowhere. I’m Jamie and this is the story of how I got back my prized possession.

 

I know what you might say ‘Prized Possession’? Yeah that’s it, I can’t help but be very possessive, I think I got that from my father.

 

But that is pretty much all I got from him. He was a monster, a brutal and violent one, I am nothing like him but I have been called a monster before by the one person I have wanted most of my damn life. You see, I love the female anatomy, everything about it, and rather than abuse it like my lowlife father would, I worship and adore it.

 

Every inch pleases me and when I claim it, it becomes mine and mine alone to feed on continuously and do with whatever I choose.

 

All I wanted to do was worship and adore Adaora’s body which is why I could not understand why she would leave me for that wimp of a nigga Chinwendu, a fellow graduating student in our department and the son of the Dean. The pussy who cowered before me the whole time we were in University together.

 

Let me shift my attention to Adaora, she is beautiful, she is the epitome of an angel for lack of a better word to describe her. Her untouched body was my haven and I was prepared to bury myself in it, she was a virgin when I met her, so innocent and so pure and she wanted to be till she got married.

 

The warrior in me was fighting for release every time she resisted, she had the perfect breasts, not too big and not too small, perfectly round and whole. Where I died each time was when my mouth was in her pussy but then she would revive me with a heart-warming kiss, I had taught her well, her fat ass was another joy for me but the joy of spanking it while we fucked never came, she would stop me each time I tried and it got frustrating to say the least.

 

I never loved her I won’t lie, her body was all I wanted, all I needed and she gave it to me except that one thing. Had I pressured her too much for sex, yes I did but only because she was mine, I am not big on cheating, I have to have some kind of connection with you before I fuck you, girls throw themselves at me every damn day but my eyes were for Adaora alone.

 

The ultimate betrayal came when after two years of being with me and never f*cking me she tells me that she was leaving me. I was flabbergasted, I couldn’t understand why, she gave no explanations either. You can imagine my immense rage and disbelief when I found out that she left me for him. I could not contain myself!

 

Her best friend Oikeh had wanted me for so long too and figured then was her chance, she had seduced me and the rage inside me fucked her until she bled, I never saw her again – the weakling.

 

Her p*ssy was tight though, not exactly as tight as my Adaora’s would have been but it was tight and dripping with need, I grabbed her pussy and smacked it hard with all the hate and lust building up inside me. She squealed in pain but that only served to fuel my anger. She had probably realised then that I was not planning to be gentle with her and so she tried to wriggle away.

 

I pulled her back towards me and gave her the fuck of her life, no woman was going to run away from me ever again. I tied her hands to the bedpost and made her watch as I devoured every beautiful inch of her body, the animal in me fighting to come loose but I tamed him, it wasn’t the time or the prey just yet.

 

Oikeh’s body was so soft and willing that it almost made me cry until I rammed my cock inside her pussy and she screamed with what I hoped was pain. I held on to her small breasts as I buried myself in her, thrust after delicious thrust, my cock could not get any harder as she begged me to stop but I was on a roll, I bent to kiss her to keep her from her annoying whimpers and she kissed me right back, hoping that I was going to stop but I was just getting started.

 

When I came it was glorious, I sprayed my cum all over hear face and breasts and told her to go clean herself up. Her legs were shaking by the time I was done and the great thing was that I wasn’t even sorry.

 

She had tried to seduce me for so long so I couldn’t understand what she was complaining about. I can hazard a guess still, it was probably my cock you see unlike most men I know I have been blessed with what my friends like to call “the weapon”. 10inches of thick, hard flesh when it was riled up and I was a master at my craft.

 

Thinking about that day now makes my dick hard. I am laying just in my boxers and immediately I grip my cock tightly, stroking it at the thought of Oikeh or is it Adaora, I don’t know, I know I need a tight p*ssy, then again my animal wants the one that had been denied him.

 

The thought makes me quiver with need. I stroke my dick a little faster, my shaft is rock hard and every vein is exposed as my body racks with pleasure. The head of my dick is enlarged and wet with pre-cum. I am on the brink of climax and the phone rings and it’s my mom. Dammit!

 

I had planned and strategized and the time was near, my mom had also gotten an invitation to Adaora’s wedding, she like me couldn’t imagine why, she warned me not to go that my obsession with her had always been unhealthy and borderline crazy but she didn’t know that I had let Adaora go as she wanted but I wasn’t going to let her go completely until I had exacted my revenge on those who dared cross me and take what was mine.

 

The wedding invitation stood pretty on my dining room table, with a lighter in my hand I was itching to burn it to ash but then it clicked that this was the key to my mission being complete. She dared send me an invitation to come and watch her marry someone else that would fuck her for the first time?

 

It had been three years since graduation and I was supposed to be over it all right? Wrong! I made her, and now another man wanted to enjoy what I had produced and yes since you want to know, I have kept tabs on her, I have had people spy on her, I know that she really did keep that one promise of remaining a virgin till marriage.

 

Unbeknownst to her, she has really been keeping it for me. I stare at the dozen pictures I have of her on my bedroom wall and my dick is hard again. This time instead of jerking off, I decide to come to call someone willing to take my giant cock at the blow of a whistle. Adaora’s friend Nneoma was always willing and she would ride me like a pony for months on end if I let her.

 

She had decided to be different and instead of a church, chose to do the ceremony in a garden, it was supposed to be beautiful but I didn’t care, I wasn’t there for all that. A couple of her friends recognized me as I walked passed asking directions to where the bride might be. Her friends are still of the opinion that she never should have left me, they say this of course every time before I fuck their brains out.

 

Every single one of her friends have seduced or asked me out and I tore their pussies apart. Some of them came back and some never healed. Adaora must hate me now because I know she knows so why did I get an invitation? Was it to say that you can f*ck all my friends but I have the man of my dreams or some shit like that?

 

Her friend Nneoma showed me the bridal suite and tapped my ass before she walked away – the wily she-devil. I listened to see if she had company and when I was sure she was alone, I pushed the door open.

 

‘Ladies it’s about time’ she said before turning, her surprised gasp made my cock shiver a little.

 

‘What the f*ck are you doing here Jamie?’ she said

 

‘Language my darling, I was invited remember?’ I replied with my cockiest of smiles inching closer to her. She stepped back from me.

 

‘Where are you going my lady? I won’t bite’ I said, finally I had her cornered against the wall.’I have just been dying to see you, I thought I would get the first glimpse of the beautiful bride’ I added as I looked at her closely now and my mouth watered. She was exquisite, her beautiful breasts had been held up by some invisible force and begging me to suckle on them.

 

They looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I hadn’t seen her up close in three years and just now something was tugging at me as I trailed a finger down her cheek. Why had I waited this long just to get back at her, I didn’t even have a solid plan I just needed to see her and now that I was there the only thing I wanted to do was take back what was mine.

 

I looked deep in her eyes and searcedh for any kind of hatred that might be festering there but there was nothing, did I detect a hint of desire?

 

I kissed her forehead and felt her eyes close, but instead of try to be intimate with her for once, the animal in me burst forward and I seized her arms and squeezed. Her gasp got me hard this time and then I smashed my lips against hers. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, and kissing her with all the anger and frustration I still felt.

 

She didn’t kiss me back, I broke away so I could look in her eyes again, they were defiant.

 

‘Get out, Jamie!’ She said in a low menacing tone. I was intrigued, I had never seen her like this,

 

‘Not until you tell me why you left me, and for that p*ssy wipe Chinwendu’ I said.

 

She smiled, a cold smile and said ‘He’s a better man than you will ever be Jamie, he’s tender and kind, and does not look at me as an object of desire and that is why I have saved myself for him’

 

‘For him, you saved yourself for him’? I said incredulously I was angry now and without thinking I pushed her against the wall and attacked her lips again, finding the swollen mounds of flesh on her chest and fingering the nipples the way I knew she likes, I got a pleasured gasp out of her and I moved to the other nipple while restraining her with my other arm.

 

I felt her wrap her arms around my neck as she finally gave in to the kiss. I didn’t care whether she wanted me to be gentle, I was here to TAKE not give, I pushed away from her and led her towards the table where I bent her over,

 

‘Jamie, please, it’s my wedding day, if you ever cared for me at all you won’t do this’ she pleads.

 

‘Oh darling, it’s because I care for you that I am giving you this as a wedding present’ I say as I stroke her wet juicy clit with all four fingers, expertly flicking the lips and pinching the meat between my two fingers, she moans in spite of herself and whines her waist to the rhythm of my tiny thrusts.

 

I’ve unzipped my trousers and my erection is pressing against her fat ass. Her moaning gets louder and I put my wet fingers filled with her juices in her mouth to suck on. She wasn’t even putting up a fight, did she really want this? Did she want me as much as I had wanted her for so damn long?

 

My animal did not want her to be pleasured, it only wanted our satisfaction after the years of torment. I was ready, knowing she wasn’t paying attention but sucking on my fingers like she was starved, I placed my dick at the mouth of her pussy, slowly sliding in, I take it out and then slide it in a little deeper and a little rougher.

 

She winces and bites hard on my fingers, the pain of that was nothing, I repeat nothing to how I felt when I slid in to her. The tightness, the wetness, it had all been worth waiting for. My animal had been released and he took over, ramming hard into her without stopping, I could hear her moans, cries and begging but the animal didn’t care.

 

I bent low and held on to her nipples, squeezing tight as I thrust the whole of myself in, the sounds she made were driving me crazy.

 

I saw the blood that trickled down her legs and I smiled, I had taken it before anyone else could and that was the perfect revenge. I felt wet hot tears fall on my hand as I massaged her breasts and the animal in me f*cked on but I had to fight to slow down. When I came it was thunderous, my body shook with pleasure and I released all over her ass. Just as I let go of the rest of my cum, there was banging on the doors and voices sounded, asking her to open the door.

 

She turned to look at me, she was a right mess but she was still beautiful.

 

‘I think you should leave now’ she said.

 

‘I didn’t expect her to be happy about what just happened, but the look on her face could have broken any other man, luckily it only tugged at the little emotion I had left. I kissed her cheek, looked at her long and hard and left through the other door.

 

I didn’t plan to be in the ceremony, but I had to see her one more time, because now that I had done what I had to do, I could finally move on. She had come in, walked down the aisle by her father, she had cleaned up well and there was not a sign of anything amiss.

 

She avoided my eye as she walked passed, twenty minutes later I had seen enough, I stood up quietly to leave and the next thing I heard was

 

‘I’m sorry Chinwendu but I can’t marry you’ followed by the audible gasp of the guests. The last thing I saw was Adaora running passed me before I blacked out.

 

Credits: Hot Pulse

PHOTO OF THE DAY: Osinbajo & Fashola's 2014 vs 2017 Photos Show the 'Irony of Life'

This trending photo of the acting President, Yemi Osinbajo and Minister of Power, Works and Housing, Tunde Fashola, will teach you to be careful on how you treat people, because the only constant thing in life is...Change!

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The above photos which emerged online some hours ago, are trending on social media, and shows just how life is such an irony.

 

The pic-mix photographs, shows that three years ago, Professor Yemi Osinbajo was receiving instructions from Babatunde Fashola who was the governor of Lagos state and governed for 8 years.

 

Fastforward to 2017, being the acting president of the federal republic of Nigeria, Prof Yemi Osinbajo is now the one dishing out the instructions to Fashola who is one of the ministers under his cabinet.

 

Morals: Be careful on how you treat people, and never forget that the only constant thing in life is...Change!!!

Erotic Story: Odino's Forbidden Tool Took Me to Heaven on a Couch - Lady Narrates Intense S*xual Encounter

Mesoma and Odino have been friends all their lives then they 'accidentally' had s*x and her life is changed forever by his mastery of her body.

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If anyone had told me that I would become this crazy and obsessed just by getting laid, I would have done it sooner.

 

I mean, it’s been 2 weeks after it happened, but I still have it on my mind like it happened 2 hours ago.

 

People often say they still buzz long after a particular occurrence, I really didn’t understand what it meant until Morire and I did it on the couch 13 days ago.

 

I know very well that I am not supposed to be like this, it was not supposed to be like this… didn’t we already have that discussion about how it was just mistake and how we need to keep it at that so that we’ll continue being friends as we’ve been since primary 4?

 

We both agreed it was better left at that one time, we would be better without going down that lane again.

 

No emotions, no recurrence. We’ll just move on.

 

But how am I supposed to do that when most of my spare time, every unguarded moment, has been spent recounting and rehashing, reliving every single move he made, and how I, as if possessed, responded with equal fervor, lingering motion, heavily dependent on how intense his touch and thrusts were?

 

It’s been two weeks and I still remember every tiny detail, the way his lean muscles bunched, and how I raised a hand to wipe the little beads of sweat that crept out of his pores and stayed on his forehead while he touched me with those slightly-callused fingers.

 

I remember everything, every little detail – the way he tried and failed to keep himself from letting out the occasional moan, the way he seemed to know where to touch at the very exact time, and for how long. The way… Dammit! Enough of this torture. I’m going to call him now and ask to come see him.

 

We have to do this again.

 

Promises be damned. I don’t mind losing this friendship. We‘ve been at it long enough, anyway. 16 years is no joke. If I would lose this friendship, so be it.

 

I just need to let him know how much I need this.

 

Where the hell is that my phone, by the way? I thought to myself

 

He’d texted me that afternoon that he was ill and could not go to work. He also got two more work-free days to recover.

 

By the end of work hours on that third day, I went to visit him.

 

 “Ahahn, Mesoma, you no tell me say you dey come na.” He said surprised to see me.

 

“I call your phone na. You no pick. I just assume say you dey sleep, and I no wan disturb you,” He replied.

 

Bla bla bla, we went back and forth. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room while his phone was charging in his room.

 

Apparently, he was a lot better by the time I visited. Feeling well enough for his family to let him be in the house by himself. His boss recently called for him to take the rest of the week off.  So he was going to recharge his batteries for the remaining part of the week. He was pretty much my best friend, and though I am not sure I’m his best friend, at least I am certain I am his oldest - 16 years. We’ve been friends since we were in primary 4. I was 9 and he was 8.  Now I am 26 and he, 25.

 

All through the years – secondary school and university- though we attended separate institutions, we managed to remain friends. Very close friends as a matter of fact. His family knew me very well, mine knew him very well.

 

As it was since we were kids, I was always going straight into his room whenever I visited, and same thing happened when he visited me.

 

I guess our parents just could not stop it when we grew. My parents only told me to be careful, and that happened only once. They probably thought we surely must be having s*x already, and that was only their way of asking me to insist on condoms whenever we were to get at it. 

 

By some freak of nature, however, we never had s*x. Not even a kiss, or any such thing. We were often on the same bed, most of the time at his place, and few times at mine. Nothing would happen.

 

Odino had been a friend like a brother… until that afternoon.

 

He was laid on the couch in one slightly-oversized shirt, with his head on my lap while we both silently fiddled with our phones and exchanged the occasional interjected remark about stuff we found online that we thought the other should know or hear about.

 

Absentmindedly I ran my fingers through his hair while still playing with my phone.

 

This went on for a while until he turned his head and made his face just a few inches away from my midriff and cleavage which my camisole gave quite a view of.

 

I don’t know what was special about how I was touching his hair, or what he had been thinking before I came; he reached out to a breast and confidently fondled.

 

It was not my first time of being fondled, but I was taken aback. A part of me wanted to smack his hand off, somehow I did not. Instead I just kept my eyes fixed on my phone, but I could no longer make sense of what I was looking at. My fingers in his hair had frozen by now too.

 

Odino just continued doing what he was doing- fondling and squeezing my boobs. His mastery of breast fondling was quite baffling. I was enjoying it, getting turned on until I couldn’t help it anymore. I heaved as pleasure began to pool in the lower part of my abdomen. Soon as he heard that, he raised his head from my thighs and came in for a kiss.

 

No slow motion bullshit as the silly romantic movies and books portray. No eye-gazing either. He just swiftly attached his lips to mine as if we’d been doing that since for a long time, as if he was sure I’d have no objection… I actually did not.

 

I was kissing him back as passionately as I could and by the time he sneaked out his tongue, I took it eagerly. The kissing was fervent in no time, hands roamed as a craze seemingly descended on us both.

 

His vest went first, leaving him in shorts alone. My camisole followed and that was when he finally slowed down. The sight of my big and firm 36 DD boobs actually took his breath away.

 

There they were, fairer than the rest of me, with the blackened areola and hardened buds contrasting beautifully against the breasts and the bra I wore – a black one with flecks of gold all over it.

 

It felt good to see him look at them with such open admiration and that was when he looked at me square in the eye and we both smiled, a sort of acknowledgement that we both understood what we were finally doing.

 

He came in for another kiss, and I met him half way. Our lips locked passionately, and we were touching each other in some feverish, maniacal manner- letting off that long-held, well-hidden s*xual tension was not going to be easy anyway.

 

I smiled against his lips when he brought only one had behind me and tried to unclasp my bra and failed. He fumbled with both hands and closed one palm on my left breast as soon as the bra came off.

 

The fingers on that hand were twisting and squeezing the nipple on that boob like I had once told him the exact way I liked it being done, while the other hand cupped a side of my face as we continued kissing.

 

Words can’t ever accurately describe the thrill I felt when his finger first gently touched my clit, and my brain was so much in another place that I can’t even retell what happened for the next ten minutes. It was that magical.

 

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I helped him out of his shorts and he took me right there on that couch. (I can’t even remember where the condoms came from.)

 

I only remember how he did not even bother to enter slowly. Thankfully I was slick enough for it not to hurt. My legs were spread in the air, as my butt perched close to the edge of the couch.

 

For about four minutes, his thrusts were everything my existence was centered around. He hit me good for some seconds, paused and stimulated my clit, stroked me deep some more, repeat the clit rubbing. When he was about to cum though… his thrusts became really deep and rough… and by everything good in this life… I really, really loved it.

 

When he finally jerked few times, collapsed on me and we both began the post-ejaculation deep breaths, it felt like a climax indeed.

 

Where the hell is that damned phone again, I thought in frustration as I rummaged through my phone and looked around the somewhat-untidy table in my office.

 

I really needed to pour out these things from mind now that I’m feeling confident enough to do so.

 

If he felt I was being overdramatic because of s*x, then so be it. I am really willing to risk his anger or rejection. We f*cking need to f*ck again. We need to.

 

Credits: Hot Pulse