CHEATING AND FLINGS, GREATEST FUN!

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Remember those days when you were in the kitchen after mum had just cooked a nice pot of fried meat stew and you couldn’t help opening the pot to throw one piece of fried stewed meat into your mouth? Do you recall how that piece of meat tasted so good like no other meat you have ever eaten before in your life? It’s not because you haven’t had better, it is because doing something bad is always so sweet especially when you usually get away with it.

I’ve always hated cheats. I cannot stand them, I can kill anyone who cheats. All my dating life, I’ve always told my partners that if I ever find myself being attracted to some other guy for whatever reasons, I’d rather break up my relationship than cheat on them. This may be because I do not know how to pretend. I cannot look you in the eyes after doing something so filthy no matter how intriguing it was. Let me not make this post another rant about my disdain for people who can’t keep it in their pants.

You see, this thing called sex or making love just means so much to me or should I say to me, sex is very sacred. I’ve met with people who don’t even remember all the sexual partners they’ve had and this really amazes me but they just don’t see what the big deal is. They are like “It went in and it came out, yep, that was it”. Seriously? For the guy, you go into a woman, for the lady, you let a man come inside you, I don’t understand how that doesn’t mean anything.

I once almost slept with a celebrity whose name is on the lips of every Nigerian now ever since he sang a hit song that may remain evergreen. This romp in the sack almost happened back in my journalism days, my boss had sent me to do an interview with the celebrity because he was a new sensation. When I got to his residence in Omole, he was very charming and after the interview, I went to the ladies then he actually paid the photographer I came with to leave me right there in his Omole residence with him. This was because he knew the photographer had brought me there and I could not find my way back, so I was kinda stuck with asking him how I would get home. He didn’t want me to leave. So that was how normal interview turned to something else o.

No doubt, this guy was hot and still is. I’ll never forget when we started talking, we clicked because of our mutual love for music and he asked me to come see him again as he was new in Lagos with no real friends, I was elated. He called me up one day and I was idle so he picked me up to go have fun. We both already knew we were attracted to each other but I couldn’t help noticing how so many women kept on throwing themselves at him. Lagos women can so shame people, the way they make themselves so easy to prey on. I’ll never forget a text message he showed me from a supposed lesbian who swore she would let him be the one to take her virginity. This was obviously not a turn-on for me, I mean who can compete with a virgin lesbian? lol.

Anyhoo, after going to some studios and exotic places in Lagos, we decided to go back to Omole, the slaughter house, buhahaha. When we got there, we started to watch music channels criticizing other artistes and also telling the celeb to try out some nice concepts we saw. After a while, one thing always lead to another nau, he dragged me to his bedroom, seriously, I wasn’t willing to go, not that much, lol. When we got into the bedroom, he started to undress, *long sigh*. When I see ladies screaming for him these days, I sometimes remember this moment. I kid you not, this guy looked like a swimsuit model in his white boxers and I just started to ogle him with no control. We kissed, caressed, spooned but when it got down to doing the main thing, I saw my mum’s face, dammit!

That woman has spoilt a lot of runs for me, you see. Whenever I wanted to do something wild in my younger days, her voice would pop up in my head or I would see one of her disapproving looks in my head. That was usually a strong deterrent for me. So I told this guy I couldn’t go ahead with it, he was more than disappointed because he had read the hungry look in my eyes as consent and serious horniness. He was a gentleman about it sha, he tried coaxing me but I told him to try the virgin lesbian.

Fast forward four years, I went to a concert on the Island where this now very famous artiste was performing and I was right in front of him, singing his songs back to back, dancing the famous dance steps to his songs, guess what? He didn’t recognize me! That would have hurt like hell if I had given him a piece o! I’m sure he doesn’t even remember some girls he has slept with, I wonder how those girls must feel when they go to his shows and he does not even bat an eyelid at them. This is why I see sex as a very intimate passion that should be meaningful between two people who are in love. At least, you are left with a memory that still makes you wet or gives you a boner not a memory that makes you feel so ashamed of yourself.

I came across a picture of me and the celeb today, taken during that period, I was so fine! No wonder he couldn’t resist, lol. Maybe I’ll post the picture here after many other posts have dragged this particular one into the archives section.  Till then.

XOXO