The Writer's Heat

I was on a deadline, I needed to complete the series for the newspaper agency I just got hooked with by my girlfriend, Annabel.

My life these past months had been strictly on a triangular schedule.

The story had become my life, I eat, sleep, think and breathe it, to the annoyance of Annabel, who never quit throwing tantrums and reminding me how she regrets getting me the writing gig, even though I could see the pride in her eyes whenever I sat and wrote.

''Obi, please don't forget to put off the gas in 15 minutes,'' Annabel said.
She practically lived with me and only left on weekends to her own apartment she shared with her elder sister.

''Goddammit Anna, you know I'm writing.'' I replied irritably from my makeshift office in my bedroom, or rather our bedroom since she practically lived there too.

''And you know I'm running late for the wedding I told you about darling, so please help me help you put off the gas so your meal that I am preparing for you to eat and write with a belle full of balanced diet won't get burnt.''
''By the way, you are welcome.'' she said as she gave me a peck.

I smiled at her sarcasm and love then buried my head in work. She was a queen of sarcasm and no one does it better than she did. As she left, I immediately buried my face in my laptop and continued writing.

...Minutes later, the door swung open and Zainab strolled in.

She was putting on a very short red gown, with nothing under. I knew this because I bought the dress for her and made her promise she would never put anything under whenever she wore it to visit me.

She was the sister to Ibrahim, my closest friend and a student in Unilag.
She had visited my place one time to see Ibrahim.

It so happened that Ibrahim visited my place for a weekend rendezvous since wife was out of town, and Zainab had to rush back to school for an impromptu test, and so Ibrahim had described my place just to make it easier for her to see him before leaving, without having to bathe and drive home.
We were both hungover that morning.

The second I opened the door after she knocked, sparks flew, all this happened behind Ibrahim of course.

We didn't have an opportunity to exchange Numbers as Ibrahim hovered like a hawk till she left, but she came visiting next weekend and thankfully, wifey was out on that particular day again, and like the story goes, the rest is history.

Somehow she just knew when wifey wasn't around, and always seemed to stroll in at the right time.

I was beginning to suspect she had an informant, maybe the gateman Musa, or a neighbor, but it was beginning to get on my nerves.

I needed space to explore other female options, now I felt trapped between wife and mistress and by God I needed to be discreet so wifey or Ibrahim won't find out, else I'll lose my genitals.

''Zainab, C'mon, you could have called for chrissakes'' I fumed

''Well, where's the fun in that.'' she smiled that seductively smile I found impossible to ignore.

I was already feeling choked and somewhat apprehensive that word will go out soon and my worst fears will be materialized.

I loved my wife...wait a minute, did I just say loved...Hell No!
I love my wife and God knows I wouldn't wanna lose her for no one, not even Zainab, who was a constant strain on my desires and finances.

She strolled into the room, made a show of turning around slowly to remind me of what I was paying for with my conscience and money, and succeeded in waking up my joystick.

In no time I stood up and grabbed her close to me, and in record time I let her gown slip from her body to reveal that perfect, well structured hausa model figure that blew my mind away at first sight.

She planted a wet kiss on my lips and whispered some naughty words into my ears as she bit my earlobe, I jerked in response and deepened the kiss while I let my fingers glide and slide into every hole I could find open.

I was crazy already with desire and lust and she knew this, she laughed and threw her head back as I suckled on her nipples like a child starved of succor.

I carried her and took her to the kingsize bed my wife selected and paid for because she loved big beds and loved spreading on them from edge to edge like an eagle. Her words not mine.

I had just finished exploring all her parts with my tongue, enjoying her loud moans and groans, she loved to scream during sex. She was a loud one, even kissing turned her on and it always blew my mind away as I felt too much passion and desire only with her.

My wife was as quiet as a corpse, this wasn't an excuse, but damn, I would appreciate a little noise to let me know I'm trying at least.

Anyway, I felt really good about myself with every moan, groan and screams, and so geared and powered up for a thrusting long over due, I positioned myself above and between, and in that moment, I heard the door open and when I turned my wife stood right there with Ibrahim.

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''You better have a good explanation Obi, I swear it better be good.''
My girlfriend Annabel said

''Jesus, fuck me...the food!''
I screamed and made a dramatic gesture of rushing out of my seat in panic.

''Sit your black ass down my friend.'' She pushed me back down on my seat with one finger and bent down to look into my computer screen while I watched her face for any sign at all. Hopeful and expectant.

''Hmmmm, not bad at all.'' Her face broke slowly into a smile as she read out the last sentence from the chapter I had just completed and said the words out loud, ''...and when I turned my wife stood right there with Ibrahim.''
''Hmmm, wahala dey for this husband o.'' she smiled, and with that, mine followed.

''That good?'' I asked

''Yes baby, of course it's that good.'' She planted a kiss on my lips. I'm sure the client I helped you get will love this story that almost made you burn the meal I prepared for you. You are lucky I forgot my power bank. So what will happen after Ibrahim and his wife catches him, will they kill or castrate him?''

''Honey must you always rub any favor you do in someone's face, anyways, you know I won't tell you even if you cry and beg. You just have to wait until I finish the story like everyone else.''

''Oh, it's like that now abi, OK, let everyone else come and cook for you. I'm leaving.''

With that I ran after her playfully as she screamed and ran out of my makeshift office.
My story can wait but my girlfriend's meal can't.

The Writer's Heat

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