Diary of a Sugar Girl (Episode 2)

thinking

Getting up from bed, went to the toilet to pee, then back to my room to take some pregnancy preventive pills.
I checked the sitting room and noticed that everywhere was just the way mum and dad left it, that means, I have
less house shores to do, thank God. so, started listening to music and nodding my head to it.
My phone just rang and it was Bayo.  Ogbeni wetin happen oooo… abi I sha got his text.
“Hello, good morning”
“Good morning bae, how was your night? ”
“It was great thanks”
“Baby I realize I still love you oo, let’s come back now”
“Lailai, shey u want me to have hypertension ni?”
“You can’t have hypertension. Are you still home alone? Please, lemme come over”
“Ok but no s3x”
“Agreed, no s3x”
“Bye”
“Bye”
I had to quickly brush my teeth and take my bathe but still wore my nighty so as to have this “I woke up
like this flawless look. I anticipated having sex with him because I wasn’t satisfied with the one we did yesterday but I have to pretend as if yesterday’s own was a mistake.

Knowing fully well that my twinee isn’t coming back till evening, means the house is mine again.
I heard a knock on my door, so fast? I made him knock two more times before opening the door. He came in, waited
for me to pass before following, then he tapped my butt. He started making silly jokes about how he made it bigger
with all his doggy style. Omo that one na story ooo. We started talking about our break up and now he has a new
girlfriend. Guys and lies are inseparable. He started telling me about her flaws, how she forms holy holy for s3x,
how wide her ‘P’ is etc and I was just there giving him the “why you lying face”.
All his stories resulted into touching, kissing but the one that got my heart was when he went down and started
eating me up. Gosh, I started moaning loud, my hands on his head,  calling him baby and directing his head to wherever
I want. He didn’t make me cum because he wouldn’t want me to get tired when we start the banging. He gave me in the doggy way and we were pounding as if it was our final exam.
You don’t want to know what happened next…

BY: Olatunji Tiwatope                                                                                                                                                                                                                             tiwa.olatuji@gmail.com                                                                                                                                                                                                                        IG : tiwatopeola

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Okegbemi Olusoji Festus is an Editor/Creative writer at campustori.com, A digital media Executive and a known Social Media Enthusiast.

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