I watched Dayo go in an out of me like a dog. He was so fast with so much acceleration around his waist. When I saw that, I knew this struggle was going to come to an end soon. It didn't take long before Dayo came out soaked in his own semen after spending barely ten seconds.
My first sex with Dayo was that bad. So much for a drunk man. He had spent so much energy fighting to get into me
only to let out a pile of cum when he suddenly had his way.
"You are so sweet. This is the best sex ever." Dayo whispered faintly as he dozed off to sleep, snoring like a lion.
I cried that night. I shed tears like a child. But I couldn't blame Dayo. I felt he loved me. I felt I was his girlfriend and he deserved my body whenever he wanted. I knew he was under the influence of alcohol and could not control himself.
But things turned sour. My guard had been let off. Dayo now had me when ever he wanted. He had me for breakfast, he had me for brunch, ate me for lunch and devoured me for dinner.
He said I was the best. He told me how he wanted us to live happily ever after. I fell for his sweet words and charm. But months later, Dayo became too busy for me. He had stopped picking my calls and had also stopped returning them too. He stopped giving me the attention I deserved. He had become a stranger to me.
Months later, Dayo invited me over to his house to tell me how our relationship was no longer walking out. He told me how we were losing the connection and love we both shared.
When I cried and became sobber from the heart breaking words he dished out to me like a breakfast, Dayo kissed me. He kissed me so passionately and I could not resist him. I fell for his touch and warm hugs. I fell for his comforting embrace.
Dayo made love to me that day. We both had sex. It was the best sex I had in months. It was one filled with so much pleasure and romance. We both enjoyed the euphoria of the moment together. The sexual ecstasy we shared was so special. I came four times before Dayo finally let out a loud moan.
Dayo had touched me at the right places of my body. His touches were so calculated and well planned.
After the sex, I felt things were back to normal. I felt I had been able to subdue him into having a rethink about us and our relationship.
But little did I know that was only a break up sex. That was only a way to live me with a lasting memory of him. Such wickedness. Dayo didn't even look like one who was touched by our break up. He showed no remorse at all. He acted like it was normal.
I broke up with Dayo, and made up my mind not to fall cheaply for any other man again. Men are scumbag. They are sleazy, disreputable and despicable set of animals.
Dayo left me like a piece of trash. It felt like all he ever wanted from me was sex. All he ever craved for was to have a taste of me. When he was done, he dumbed me like a used toy.
Now just like Dayo, Alex had gotten his way. He had sex with me without my consent. I didn't even know when all this took place.
Although I had known Alex for two months now, our relationship with each other was just three weeks old. We had never talked about having sex before. We were just barely getting to know ourselves. I haven't even gotten to know him too well.
Alex came to me like an angel sent from heaven. He was like a towel sent to wipe my tears away. Alex was like a healer meant to heal my broken and shattered heart; the same heart Dayo had hurt so much. He was like a gift to me on my birthday.
But now, Alex had become evil in my eyes. He now looked like Dayo in disguise. He was like a criminal to me - sex thief.
Just when I had shut the door behind me, I sighted Alex making his way up the stair case with a tray held firmly in his hands.
"Hello sunshine." He smiled.
Such devilish smile I thought to myself. It was that same smile that softened my heart the first day I saw him. I remembered the way he walked up to me with every boldness in a man. I remembered how good looking he was when he pulled off his hat to kiss my hands. How charming he looked when he told me I was beautiful. How gentlemanlike he walked with me to the car, and opened it up for me to walk in like a princess.
But now, all I saw was just another scumbag. A deceiver. A cheat. A bastard.
With my hands lifted above my head, I landed a thundering slap on his face. The cup of hot tea shook in his hands and tumbled backwards. It poured on Alex body, and he let go of the tray and fell backwards screaming in pains from the hot burns of the cup of tea.
I needed to do more to this man. This man who had defiled my body without permission. This man who had promised so much and had deceived me into saying yes to him, only for him to break one of his major promises three weeks later.
I ran down the stairs muttering words in anger, I was heading for the kitchen to pick a knife...