A Story of love. Please read to the end.
I WAS OVER HIM
I was all over him.
I couldn’t do without him because he was all I’ve always wanted in a man.
A minute with him would make my cheek bone ache because he keeps praising and adoring my fine face and fine body. He’s that funny guy I had that always made my friends get jealous of me. Lol. I felt so good with him. He is the perfect definition of TDH: Tall Dark and Handsome. He had that fine face I do see in my fantasy. His broad shoulder gives me the refuge and weakness after every hug from him. I was in love with him; his smile always made my heart swim and his voice makes my liver drown. He had that perfect set of teeth.
I fell in love. We were both dating and we were so into each other. I stab classes to see my boyfriend’s face, spent most of my time talking with him, downloading YouTube tutorials on how to prepare local and international dishes and make my boyfriend the judge over my meals. Fight with my friends anytime they talk about how bad they’re crushing on my man
Our relationship was all shades of perfect till he became the THD…
I got to his house one day and he talked about something I’ve always avoided. Although, that wasn’t the first time Toba would talk about stuffs like that but I had a special talent in changing the topic but that day was just different, it was unusual.
He had his lips on my lips when he said, let’s have sex:
“ you know how much I love you…let’s try something different today instead of stopping at some point…You know we promised to be faithful to each other so you have nothing to worry about…I don’t wanna lose a beautiful heart please just once…”
I tried to resist but he kissed deeper and touched me carefully in some parts I couldn’t resist, by the way, he is a very good kisser, trust me. We’ve always smooched but he seemed to be very perfect and awesome that day but then, I never wanted to have sex, I was scared of getting pregnant, the pain and the disease. I was so scared, I had that cold shiver but I felt safe in his words:
“It’s not painful baby I can’t hurt you. I only want to love you more” “but I don’t want to get pregnant, I’m scared” “no you won’t, I’m prepared for this anyways”
He brought out a condom; it was under the bed I was lying naked on. He was really prepared for this, his speech, his whispers, his voice, his kisses, his hands around my body, his innocent eyes, his shoulders, and the condom assuring me of no pregnancy and his promise to marry me. He was the only guy I ever loved so I wasn’t thinking straight, I fell for his fine boyism (I don’t think there is a word like that).
......to be continued! Check my next post.....
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