With my lungs crying for air and my increased heartbeat, I recounted my ordeals for the day. This was an exercise I do every time I'm in the shower, I'll hold my breaths for long and allow water hit my head and cover my face preventing me from taking breaths. When I finally exhaled out it was so refreshing that i could stay in for long.
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The shower was my sanctuary where I retrace my steps and also access the effect of every event in the office. It is also where I plan almost have the decisions for the next day.
It was almost as though the water trickling down my body was resetting my system and rebooting it for an evening with babe. Ah! That's true, I wasn't alone in the house today. I hurriedly finished up, turned off the water knob and had a towel around my waist.
I stepped out of the bath and into the room to find Ekemini fiddling with my phone. Ekemini is a National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) member fresh out of the University of Uyo, Akwa Ibom State , Nigeria. We met at Barclay's gymnasium and have been seeing each other now for about a month, this would be her 4th trip to my house besides other meetings at the guest house.
What are you doing with my phone
Do I need to seek permission to use your phone?
Well are you using it to solve or you just looking for something?
What name did you save her number with?
By this time I knew who she meant but I just had to fake oblivion.
I don't know who or what you taking about.
Emilia.
I saw your comment on her picture on Facebook.
I also saw what she replied you as well as your dumb friends, same friends you avoided me meeting except Frank.
Stupid Facebook, who put that lame algorithm to share my comments on people's post for God sake!!
Wait, are you stalking me now?
And did you just call my friends dumb?
Great!!!
Put this on me now.
Change the topic and make me look the witch but I don't care, you're gonna tell me who this bitch is and how you saved her number.
Ekemini was raging on. I stood there watching her rant more
Kemzy
I like to call her kemzy which is short for her name.
(Pidgin) If this thing don tire you already tell me.
Which one be make I give you number to call my original babe.
In case you no know, na time we just dey pass together.
The original madam go soon show face.
So e go better make your body calm down oo, no dey charge anyhow.
I turned backing her to get the lotion on the dresser when the object breezed just inches past my face shattering the mirror. I looked down and it was my Sony Xperia 1ii
What in the name of...
I was turning to face her again when I saw her face changed with teeth gritting and eyes piercing she charged and ran towards me. At first I didn't notice the footwear in her hand until she lifted it up after she approached me. The next thing I heard was blinding sound close to my left earlobe just above my neck. The heels sunk in leaving me senseless for some seconds before regaining consciousness. Kemzy didn't stopped, she went on liked a crazed tigress scouting for places to hurt me.
I shielded my face using my left elbow and also protected my bare body from the shattered glass scattered on the dresser. Thought of many things to do but they ended with her getting hurt so I opted to hold her. She kept wriggling and struggling to break free while she cursed on. I sealed her mouth with my lips and pulled her chubby frame into my bare chest while i seized the shoe from her hand. After a few limp blows to my chest which were unsuccessful to free her away from my grip nor her lips from mine, her body began to lean more into me as she was now kissing me back. Her hands that once wielded a weapon now wrapped around my neck allowing me to squeeze her buttocks under her short gown and pressed her harder to my groin.
I parted lips and she exhaled carbon dioxide deeply imprisoned between raging angst and passion. I made contact for her neck and she moaned out, her hands leaving my neck now undoing the towel around my waist as I simultaneously unzipped her. I pulled the armless gown down her arms leaving me in full view of her full rounded melons. The very part of her body that caught my attention first time I saw her at the gym. However, this time it wasn't working.
I wasn't in anyway aroused, this was just a make up session to avert further damages that could occur.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know what came over me, I was jeal...
She tried to explain her few minutes madness but I wasn't going to allow myself to be played. I choked those words back into her belly of hell kissing her while unclasping her brassier. Immediately those melons fell free, I took one in my mouth and squeezed the other. It had her tilting backwards away from me that I felt my back ache from trying to keep her still so I led her to the bed. Immediately she sat in by the edge, she held my third leg and made to blow my trumpet but as soon as I saw her head making its way to my groin I had flashes of her charged face with gritted teeth holding my most priced property.
I backed away and pushed her more into the bed, I think she might have suspected the anger in the way I pushed her. The shove sent her inches more into the bed and sprawled like a woman in child birth. I was still limp so I couldn't penetrate. Oh!!! how I want to teach her a lesson too. With my feet still on the floor I laid flat bellied stretching towards her placing my head between her legs, eyes fixed on her face I tasted her dripping fountain. She was warm and tasted like want. I could see her tummy inflate and deflate suggesting increase in breathing.
I thought I could start her punishment from now so I decided to work her. With my tongue still sending tinging sensations down her I started waving my head left to right and back again she began to whine her waist against my tongue's movement. Her waist begging me to devour her was pressing upwards to meet and make harder contact with my tongue but I pulled her down into the bed again. I continued and few seconds later her hands fell on my head wanting to press me downward but I pushed it aside. Slowly but steadily I would get my retribution.
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I stopped working my tongue and reached my hands out to her melons with my head still between her thighs. I started by kneading her nipples, I rolled, twisted and turned those hard buttons that her hands were on top of mine encouraging me to increase the perimeter and squeeze on. I yielded
I punched in my index finger on both buttons, vibrated it a bit and folded hard the entire mounds in both hands.
Kemzy arched her head backwards, an action that made her spread her legs further widening the opening between her thighs before my very gaze. I continued to squeeze her melons as I watched her honey pot open and close. With each openings her inner pinking was revealed when those thick lips parted dripping liquid nectar viscously and soon they closed back again.
Baby please come in.
I want to feel you inside of me.
I held both nipples between my thumb and index fingers and pulled hard. She let out a sharp cry collapsing into the bed. I stopped.
I stood up, pick my fallen towel and stepped into the bathroom again to quickly run water on my body. I came out and Ekemini was still lying on the bed with questions in her eyes,
I dried myself and started to get dressed. Numerous questions from her fell on deaf ears.
I found a pair of jean and Polo shirt to wear and a pair of grey sneakers.
I'll be waiting for you in the car.
Please hurry up so I could come back before it's dark.
The disbelief was written boldly across her face as I left the room and made for the car, about an hour later kemzy joined me. Amidst total silence, we drove off to her apartment where I dropped her off safely and turned away signaling the end of our entanglement.
Pidgin Subtitle
why ask me for my fiancée's details?
If you know you're tired of us benefiting from each other please let me know.
In case you're not aware, we're only just benefiting from each other why are you taking it serious.
This piece was inspired by the 31/07/2020 prompt "Charged" for the freewriters community by 
I don't know if it can still pass for an entry.
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