Love Or Lust?
Love is a sweet thing, and lust? maybe sweeter.
The evening breeze was soothing and nice. The moon was all smile. Nene sat in a chair under the tree, she stared at the shinning stars, they twinkle and mock her with their light, they seems to know how happy days goes for her. She stared at her wristwatch, it was 08:30pm. Then her phone rang, Anda followed the light in her screen.
"Hello.." She said on answering.
"Babe, I'm at the gate."
"Okay." She ended the call and went to open the gate.
Anda is like the evening stars, he calls and comes only when night falls then leave before dawn.
Nene is a love seeker. She found everything she needed in a man in Anda. But The question that kept hunting her was. "Is it love he feels for her or lust?"
Nene was on a bum short and a crop top, her figure eight was dazzling as always, her breast seems to be jumping out from her shirt and her backside, sliding at every step she took. Her waist were tiny and her face, the definition of beauty.
Why shouldn't Anda's feelings be love?
She opened the gate on getting there while Anda practically jumped on her, his lips swim round her mouth.
"Hey, easy." She said, softly.
He gently retreated his wet lips and looked into her eyes. His hands still wrapped round her waist.
"I can't go easy baby. You are too sweet." He carried her on ending his sentence.
"Put me down, people might be watching."
"Your neighbors are always indoors." He walked hurriedly to the balcony where Nene's room is.
He put her down on reaching the room, his eyes were full of passion, they traveled round her full breast, the nipples were poking out. His lips dropped. He took a step and their body married, so joined that they feel each others scent. His hand caese hers, his lips hungrily devour hers, his left hand gently cuped her right breast. Nene moaned slowly, his hand was doing magic. Anda wanted more, he pull his attachments and hers, then they both stood on their birthday coat.
Nene's moan overshadowed the bird's song, aligning with the soft music then fell in Anda's pant.
Like every other nights, he pulled out, wet and free. The pleasure was gone, he didn't sing the I love you songs he was echoing minutes ago. Everything falls dead, then he slept before her. She meditate for minutes.
"Is this how love should be?" She took her shower and slept afterward.
Morning crept in, dawn came, stars gone, Anda left. Nene stared at her vacant bed, she wanted to cry but last night was too sweet for tears, so she held it.
Lust might be sweet but it is empty, like the feelings that comes when the pleasure is gone.
©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
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