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
