I felt the text message will be the last I will hear of Mr Brad, every man tends to leave when his dire lust and savoury desire for a woman is not reciprocated. I closed my pretty eyes and Slept.
I felt something unusual about the morning, however I am not much of a curious person so I didn’t bother to bother. Lol
I felt some sense of guilt as I took money from the envelop Mr Brad gave me, a voice told me to return it to him, tufiakwa! Another voice said, it was a gift and my teachers in prep school told us not to turn down gifts. I needed to be a good student.
Now I had enough money to load enough data and rape all the fashion blogs and pages on Instagram. πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ
My jaw dropped, I saw people gathering round a car that had nose dived into a gulley, Β my fears were confirmed when I got close and saw that it was the same fioneee Car of yesterday. Mr Brad!!! I nearly screamed.
Why did he come around here? Was he dead? Was he alive? What happened? Was it my last message that made him loose control?
I felt this rush through my spine all the way down to my πŸ™ˆ. Deep down I knew I must have played a part, mentally or otherwise.
You maybe wondering how hot I am to make a man screech away his life. Dodeye, more than an average Up town girl, a cute face that could distract ur gaze on my endowed chest. Cryptic figure with swift long legs that could walk u out of your relationship. Yes, I had such “your dream girl” effect.
Right now, the only thing on my mind was Mr Brad, not that I cared for him or craved for him, but I just had to make sure he was alright.
15 minutes later and I was in a cab en route Β Mr Brad’s. His phone was switched off, the only reasonable option was to go to his house. I was nervous as I approaches his home, who will I say I am if I met his relations .
The Gateman opened the gate as I was about ringing the bell a second time, his face looked sad, people like him will hardly have salary problems and it wasn’t the end of the month. My anxiety heightened as led me to a different part of the house, and told me to enter the second door by my left.
I knocked and a faint voice beckoned on me to come in.
Mr Brad was covered with a white sheet save for his head. On seeing me, he smiled, suddenly he had a seizure, I wanted to scream, but then of what medical use will the gateman be. I immediately rushed to his side and gave him to mouth to mouth resuscitation. Suddenly he started breathing normally, and then I realised he had the softest lips I had ever kissed. I made to pull away but I was fixed, the kiss got more intimate. He quickly grabbed me and flung on the bed with skills and strength that belied his age.
This wasnt right but it didn’t feel wrong. His fingers slowly ran down my body, turning on every sensual neurone, I couldn’t hold the orgasm, barely 69 seconds and I was helpless.
The more it seemed right to pull away, the more Braddo gave my body reasons to stay, My inquisitive fingers sneaked below his chest and i found he was bare, my hand swerved to dodge what felt like a ginger Pistle.
He must have felt my apprehension as he quickly slided down to my naval. He teased it a little. Whirl passion engulfed and consumed my body.
Slowly he continued to my oval region, gently stroking her with his tongue, he quickened pace and ate me with such dedication like It had Insulin and he was Diabetic.
I was about erupting ….. When suddenly I heard my phone ringing… Then I woke up and realised it was all a dream! Shit.
Mr Brad calling….. πŸ“³
A big grin filled my face. I definitely knew how the conversation was going to end!!! He wouldn’t need to fake an accident to get me in bed this time. *winks*
So Zebira read Mr Brad and decided to write Mr Brad II. Please visit his blog www.zebira.worpress.com.

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My name is Queenette Dodeye Obongha, Founder/ Curator of Dodeye's Corner. I am an Artist, Story Teller, Food/Travel enthusiast and finally "Our Mordern Day Monalisa" .

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    it’s a really nice piece. Kudos

    Nice. Captivating

    “… ate me with such dedication like it had insulin and he was diabetic” .
    “cryptic figure and long legs that could walk you out of your relationship”…if it was left to me, i would tattoo this words on my skin, so i’l never forget it.

    Lmao you called him Braddoooo πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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