THE PERFECT MAN Episode 7 'Stop thinking,' he whispered, biting my ears. Bryan was a biter. The first time he bit my nipples, I was practically on the ceiling. His teeth game gave me back-arching, toe curling, earth shattering orgasms. Truth be told, I was sexually obsessed with Bryan. One of my many obsessions with him. I was thinking too much. I had to switch off my brain, in order to enjoy this male specimen that was taking my clothes off. He had successfully pulled my top off. Not like I offered any resistance. My bra was next. He had begged me to stop putting on one in Florida, since my boobs were very small. It offered no use and it always got in the way in situations like this. I paid him no attention. There was a myth back in Nigeria that said that if you had little boobs and wore a bra, your nipples would stretch to reach the mid point of the bra, thereby increasing in size. Well looking at my boobs now, as Bryan pulled the bra, still as little as ever, it was time to debunk the myth. With Bryan, everything was fiery, taking time to please me. Starting upwards, he dropped feathery kisses as his breath trailed his lips. Then he stopped. He fell back on the bed. No, no, no, I cried, I needed him to continue. I struggled to sit up. TBC

Baby did you stop,' I asked, looking at him.

'I just can't get your dad's face off my mind,' he replied, putting on his shirt.

I stopped him mid-air.

'Baby, don't do this now pls.'

'It ain't my fault you know

It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I should have told my parents he was white. Since sex was off the table, I reached for the phones. I handed one over to him. I put in a sim in mine and turned on the power button. It came on. After some seconds, a flurry of messages came in. As I tried to read one, the phone buzzed. It was definitely Nneka. She was the only one who had the number. I picked it up.

'Kamsi, why didn't you put on the phone immediately, you promised you would. My mum has gone home. In less than five minutes, your mum would start looking for you. Pls start coming home immediately,' she said, in quite a rush.

'Ok dear, I'm coming,' I replied.

'You're going,' Bryan asked.

'Yea, my parents don't know I'm here.'

'So where does that leave us,' he inquired.

'I would be back tomorrow ok, let me take care of my parents, we would get married before the week runs out and we would be in florida by monday,' I said.

'You promise?'

'I promise love,' I kissed him.

I opened the door and walked out. I looked at my wristwatch, it was 10:25pm. The party at home would have surely ended. I got to the reception lounge. Nchedo was fast asleep on the sofa. I tapped him several times. He wouldn't budge. He was a deep sleeper. I asked the receptionist to get me water so I could pour on his face.

Nneka called me again. The jig was up. My parents knew I wasn't home. They were summoning me back home. I wondered if they understood the fact that I was an adult. I kicked Nchedo one last time. Grunting, he got up.

'Ha, aunty, una don finish,' he asked, a glint in his eyes.

'Yes, we are done, let's go home,' I replied.

'Aunty, I want to greet oyibo na, even if na small dollars, let me collect,' he said, rubbing his eyes.

I walked out of the reception lounge. He could wait to see the oyibo, I could get a bike home.

'Aunty iwe gi adina oku, don't be angry,' he said, after he had caught up with me.

We drove home in silence. There was no traffic on the way home. We got home in ten minutes. As soon as I got down, I hit the car door in frustration.

Just as I had thought, the party was over. The event planner had packed up was leaving the premise. I asked the gateman if Nneka had left he replied in the affirmative. I decided to take the kitchen door into the house. The lights were out. Total darkness. I brought out my new phone and put on the flashlight. As I tip toed my way upstairs, the sitting room light came on.

'Where have you been, young woman?'

It was my father's voice. TBC. Pls share each episode and comment.
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 7 'Stop thinking,' he whispered, biting my ears. Bryan was a biter. The first time he bit my nipples, I was practically on the ceiling. His teeth game gave me back-arching, toe curling, earth shattering orgasms. Truth be told, I was sexually obsessed with Bryan. One of my many obsessions with him. I was thinking too much. I had to switch off my brain, in order to enjoy this male specimen that was taking my clothes off. He had successfully pulled my top off. Not like I offered any resistance. My bra was next. He had begged me to stop putting on one in Florida, since my boobs were very small. It offered no use and it always got in the way in situations like this. I paid him no attention. There was a myth back in Nigeria that said that if you had little boobs and wore a bra, your nipples would stretch to reach the mid point of the bra, thereby increasing in size. Well looking at my boobs now, as Bryan pulled the bra, still as little as ever, it was time to debunk the myth. With Bryan, everything was fiery, taking time to please me. Starting upwards, he dropped feathery kisses as his breath trailed his lips. Then he stopped. He fell back on the bed. No, no, no, I cried, I needed him to continue. I struggled to sit up. TBC THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 7

'Stop thinking,' he whispered, biting my ears.

Bryan was a biter. The first time he bit my nipples, I was practically on the ceiling. His teeth game gave me back-arching, toe curling, earth shattering orgasms. Truth be told, I was sexually obsessed with Bryan. One of my many obsessions with him. 
 
I was thinking too much. I had to switch off my brain, in order to enjoy this male specimen that was taking my clothes off. He had successfully pulled my top off. Not like I offered any resistance. My bra was next. He had begged me to stop putting on one in Florida, since my boobs were very small. It offered no use and it always got in the way in situations like this. I paid him no attention. There was a myth back in Nigeria that said that if you had little boobs and wore a bra, your nipples would stretch to reach the mid point of the bra, thereby increasing in size. Well looking at my boobs now, as Bryan pulled the bra, still as little as ever,  it was time to debunk the myth.

With Bryan, everything was fiery, taking time to please me. Starting upwards, he dropped feathery kisses as his breath trailed his lips. Then he stopped. He fell back on the bed. No, no, no, I cried, I needed him to continue. I struggled to sit up. TBC Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 10, 2017 Rating: 5

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