Getting Warmer.

Afro has banned me from going private so has another blogger that means alot to me, you know yourself madam so lets see what y'all think. vote and lets see. Btw this is hazardous on a Monday Morning, enjoy it.

I woke up at that point dayyum I must have been dreaming, dreaming that baroque was about to fork me from the back. what a horrid dream I thought, horrid, yet, I could taste him, taste that sweet kiss still but I thought that was a dream abi wasnt it?

not too much time to think cuz my phone vibes at my side, I look at it 7 missed calls, dayyum whats up with people? cant a girl sleep in peace although that dream wasnt so peaceful now was it?

unknown number, who the hell is this I'm thinking? no need to think too much its ringing again I pick it up

Badder hi, been trying to reach you

sorry who is this?

I'm FBA's friend, he gave me an address to pick you up from, he says he was meant to pick you but he's stuck in the mainland traffic are you still on the island

Yes

okay I'll be there in seven minutes, been in the area.

K. i hung up

fucking guy that FBA i'll kill him when I see him, I will. off to the bath to pee, wash up, wash my face, just out when I hear Haruna my cousin's gateman at the door

Aunty...Aunty fadder someone dey pind you o!

you father! na me you dey call fadder?

Madam no vesk.

let him in.

I get to the door and he walks in FBA's friend. he looks oddly familiar I think I know him but from where?

nice... your place

thanks but not mine, I'm just house sitting

hmm

Im badderchic...badderchic the chairlady

okay

whats your name?

he walks to the door and locks it, takes out the key and puts it in his pocket and then I see it, his identification seal, a proof to who he really is...

a bright red HELMENT

O my... Baroquey?

he walks to me and kisses me stupid, hard fast ruthless

then he slows it down then I realise, Im kissing him back!

that's for all those times you made me want you bad, for all those teasing mind boggling messages.

Im not sorry for them baroquey.

no wonder he looked so fucking familiar, he was the same man from my dreams.

he lifted me up and places me on the granite dining table, thank goodness my cousin wasn't listening to me all those days I was protesting against granite.

what are you doing I ask him?

what does it look like?

he peels off my jeans and kisses my stomach

I shiver

Baroque...what...wait...what are you doing?

what the fork does it look like? I'm about to pitch a fucking tent

NO! Im not comfortable with...I'm...see...I mean...oooo...Yes!

his head buried between my thighs, I'm singing the Greek, Bulgarian, German and Kenyan National anthems

Baroquey...

Yes Bad?

are you going to make me touch my toes?

...to be continued.