No Strings Attached

⚠️NSFW: Explicit sexual content

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All my efforts to get a man this year has been failing. It’s been 11 months and 18 days since I had my last coitus 🤧😭.

And I am burning out slowly.

I woke up this particular morning and told myself it was time. I challenged myself to end this celibacy shit before the 20th of December, which makes it one year since I relocated to Lagos.

Luckily for me, there’s this guy I met online last year. We’ve been chatting for a while. Met him on Instagram. He lives in Abuja. He is a cute boy. We’ve gone out once when I visited Abuja in May.

Since then, we’ve been talking and all. According to him, we’re in a talking stage.

He’s a cool guy, but my dear, I don’t like him enough to date him.

Will you judge me if I say I just want to fuck him? We’ve been flirting lately, and honestly that’s just it for me. I just want to smash.

Yes, I know I said I need a man, but please, not a long-distance one 😒. I can’t keep up. I like my partner close to me abeg.

Back to the story…

So he said he was coming to Lagos this weekend and we made plans for his coming. He already sent me the name of the hotel he made reservations at, and even the room number. I even suggested that I would be waiting for him in his hotel room before he arrived.

(Na me know wetin I dey find😉😂)

I cannot let this soft boy slip off my hands. Make I utilize this golden opportunity take cure my konji. Who knows when next?🤧

Fast forward to Friday…

The day for the dick appointment.

I hurriedly left work by 12pm. I told them I had an emergency.

(Of course. My pumpum has an emergency‼️ She needs to be attended to ASAP.)

Got home, packed my small box, and went straight to the hotel.

His flight was arriving Lagos by 3pm. By 2:30pm, I was checked in and already preparing like a bride awaiting her groom 😌.

The hotel room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation.

I took a quick shower and slipped into my red, sizzling-hot lingerie. Coated my skin with my seductive Dior perfume. I could already feel the heat building inside me, my body eager for what was to come.

I lit some scented candles, letting the sweet smell take over the room. Sat patiently on the bed, sipping my red wine and fantasizing about what he was going to do to me.

Then he texted by 3:30pm:

“Sugar, we just landed. I’ll be with you in 30 minutes.”

Immediately, chills ran through my spine. I was wet asf 💦, nipples hard, body on standby. The thought of his hands, his lips, his body against mine had me squirming.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

I inhaled sharply. He was here.😌

As I opened the door, our eyes locked. A silent exchange of hunger. My body reacted instantly. My core pulsed, breath hitching.

He stepped in and oh! His scent was intoxicating,his presence overwhelming. His arms wrapped around my tiny waist, pulling me in. I didn’t hold back. I locked my lips onto his, hungry, desperate. Tongues dancing, hands exploring, bodies begging for more.

God! He was a damn good kisser.

Just as my fingers reached for his shirt, desperate to see the body I’d fantasized about…

Another knock.

A cruel interruption.

But let’s skip to the good part 🤪

He grabbed my neck, choking and pulling my face closer. Damn! He’s a bad boy 🙂‍↔️.

His hands gripped my ass as we kissed, bodies pressed together like we couldn’t get close enough. I could feel the friction between my perky boobs and his broad chest. His soft lips tasted like sweet sin 🤤 juicy and addicting.

He carried me in his arms like Prince Charming carrying his princess. We laid on the bed, my fingers tracing his body. I could already feel his dick, hard and erect like a rod.

Clothes off. His dick in my pussy.

Stroke after stroke, he filled me, each movement making me crave more. As his veined stick glided through the walls of my pussy, I moaned louder, lost in the pleasure, lost in him. His deep groans sent shivers down my spine, making me wetter, needier.

As he went deeper, I whispered things I couldn’t even think straight about. My body trembled under his touch.

I can’t even explain it all.

But the sex was mind-blowing 😩🥵💦.

This was what my body deserved. She deserves good sex. I have satisfied my cravings.

We had sex three times on Friday night.

On Saturday, twice. Once in the morning, and another mind-blowing, orgasmic one at night after we came back from the club.

He kept telling me he liked me and wanted us to be a thing.

I told him bluntly: I don’t want a relationship. I just want this on a casual level. We meet up for knacks, everybody goes their way. No strings attached.

I saw the disappointment in his eyes when I said that… but it was the truth. I nor want wahala.

I just wanted to satisfy my cravings, which I did. And this one will last me another long while till I get a man or maybe another fling. ( I didn’t tell him this part sha).😏

He left back for Abuja this morning.

And this evening, I received a text from him:

“So what we had meant nothing to you? You just used me.”

I haven’t replied the text yet. Not because I feel guilty or anything, but because it made me realize how two people can share the same bed, the same moans, the same sweat, and still walk away with completely different meanings. I didn’t lie to him. I didn’t promise anything I couldn’t give. I just wanted to clear things from the start. This was casual. No expectations. No future plans. I wanted good sex, and I got exactly that.

Maybe to him it meant more. Maybe he attached emotions where I detached mine. I’m sorry. I just showed up as myself, in my truth.

But wanting sex doesn’t automatically mean wanting a relationship, and being honest about that shouldn’t make me the villain.

Abi did I use him?🤷🏾‍♀️🥴

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