LOGINBEFORE
I can't tell you exactly what attracted me to him.
It was quite unlike me to be so smitten by a man as I was with Harry. So smitten was I that I was ready to play the role of a seductress again, even after I promised myself not to make such reckless moves again after the last time left me with a lot of regrets when it went down the drain.
My relationship with my ex, Wale who was a fairly rich bachelor had ended on a very sour note even after I had done all he wanted of me. I seduced him like he wanted, I even almost became a striper just so I could please him.
Still he cheated on me even though I had been given him good sex every ducking time. But it was his loss not mine, still it hurt. I mean how could he do that to me after all I did for him. After all I let him do to me.
Although I should have known from the onset that he was just another Yoruba demon. The bastard made me doubt myself so much I just had to end the relationship when I did. Even though he didn't want to let me go I had to run away.
I mean my sanity cost more to me than any man could and I didn't want to stay in a relationship where I would always feel insecure about something or someone as the case might be.
I wanted to feel like the queen. Common! I had it all. I was beautiful, smart and fucking sexy.
On the Sunday I first saw Harry, I had been forced to go to church that day, after my nosy neighbor had persuaded me to no end about it.
She even threatened that if I didn't come with her to church that she was going to report me to the priest and some sisters in her association so they could come to preach to me in my house. I mean who does that anyway.
I tried to explain to her that I was not a religious person but I loved God, well she bullshitted my words and insisted that I followed her to mass on Sunday.
She made me sit down three roles behind the front pew even amidst my grumbles and murmurs. She was quite adamant in her mission for me which was to turn me into a born again christian like those overly religious people put it.
Soon, I gave up struggling with her and I let her do as she pleased. Well I did understand her in some way, she was getting old and she was still unmarried. Her fellow christian brothers and sisters must have told her that leading a lost soul to Christ would get her a husband. And unlucky me so happened to be the lost soul.
She was the kind of woman that sadly thought marriage to be the highest achievement of a woman. Knowing this I caught her some slack.
But it didn't stop me from still being pissed about it all.
So when Harry processed into the church from the sanctuary a frown was merged on my face. His hands were clasped together so tightly and he looked straight ahead like he was scared.
That immediately intrigued me.
The murmurs immediately began, 'We now have a white seminarian everyone was saying'_Bishop just sent us a white Seminarian!'
The girls were intrigued, I mean it wasn't the first time the bishop was sending someone white to the parish because I could still remember that the last time I came to this parish_which was a long time ago it was a white priest I saw.
But the priest then was old and wrinkled just the opposite of Harry.
Harry was young, handsome and so sexy. He reminded me of Harry styles or whatever his name was_you know that famous musician.
The girls started to whisper to themselves and I smiled because I knew that I had found my new muse.
He was mine for the taking.
BEFOREI can't tell you exactly what attracted me to him.It was quite unlike me to be so smitten by a man as I was with Harry. So smitten was I that I was ready to play the role of a seductress again, even after I promised myself not to make such reckless moves again after the last time left me with a lot of regrets when it went down the drain.My relationship with my ex, Wale who was a fairly rich bachelor had ended on a very sour note even after I had done all he wanted of me. I seduced him like he wanted, I even almost became a striper just so I could please him.Still he cheated on me even though I had been given him good sex every ducking time. But it was his loss not mine, still it hurt. I mean how could he do that to me after all I did f
AFTERHe withdrew back to his shell and silence ensued again. He was looking everywhere, his fingers, the waiters, the window_ looking at everything but me.My eyes did not for one moment leave his face which made him even more restless.I should have looked away but I was not going to give him that satisfaction I was going to makehim uncomfortable and was it.I wanted him to be so aroused, so hard his dick would hurt. He had begged me to help him feel like a man even if it was just once and I was going to do just that."So do you or do you not agree to my proposal." I said breaking the long endured silence."There is no way I'm going to paint you naked." He whispered, without even looking up at me."And why is that?"He gave no reply.He looked at me for a moment, just a minute second before he looked away again.
AFTERIgnoring his flattery I rested my back on the chair and with a serious expression I scoffed. "I'll not put on some stupid dress for you to paint me." Then sitting upright I looked straight into his eyes in a way I knew even his rimmed glasses would not be able to prevent me from seeing the lust in his eyes. "The only way you will be painting me is the way mother nature made me." I continued a cruel smirk on my face.He stared at me in the way that showed clearly that he did not understand what I said. Stupid me kept forgetting that he was as innocent as an infant when it came to women.His innocence turned me on so bad I was already salivating. I wanted to hear him moan for me so bad his throat would sore.Pushing these dirty thoughts to the darkest part of my mind where it belonged I took in a deep breath and stressed out the word, the sacred word. "Naked. The only way you will be paint
AFTER"Thank you for coming." He finally said, breaking the silence that ensued between us.I wanted to hear him say my name. I wanted him to call my name with that calmness, and that reverence that turned my whole body into pores of desire.But I could not request for it, for something I longed for the most I could not request for. It was the most deadly of all sins, a sin suppressed."I wasn't busy." I replied. I sat back so my back was on the chair and my hands on the table the way a company's boss sits to watch him employee.It was an intimidating stance but the way I saw it I had two chances, to let him intimidate me or to intimidate him. I had to stick to the latter, this was my ga
AFTERWas it the fact that he took away my sleep or that I couldn't stay an hour without my mind diverting to him?Or maybe it was because whenever I saw him my heart leapt at least it is best put in that way.Or maybe it was the fact that my mind was engrossed in the thought of him in every way. No matter how I tried my mind always found it's way back to him.I didn't know which feeling, which implication made it so that I was willing to do anything, anything to have him for myself. On me, in me, me on him, me in him, passion in every way.Lust has always been so hard for me to control and now it became even harder. I wanted him in the most lustful way ever.