Gold digger

At the bus-stop she stood majestically, under the stars as the moonlight and traffic light fought for her attention.

Eyes the color of emerald, able to freeze a man's heart and pause even giants strides. More powerful than Medusa's gaze, hers breathed life.

You can't lie to those eyes, they speak louder than truth.

Brown hair on brown skin, perfect blend of passion and lust, I can already imagine pulling those silk like strands singing down her back as I push harder into her, skin to skin, dancing to the rhythm and melody of her long brown braid sitting at the tip of her bottom.

My eyes travel up and down her long narrow bare legs, spread wide as she takes a stance at Iife, daring all to come and conquer while I stare from the safety of my car.

Hips, sweet, curvy and smooth like ancient pottery. I imagine my hands on the smoothness and softness of those well rounded depth, the size my hardness and bulge aspires to and can't reach yet. Sweet Jesus, she has the most beautiful arse.

I'm considered a Lion but I don't mind going doggy for that pussy.

I try hard to see through her transparent short black gown, her dress does justice to her figure.

My cock is rock solid as I picture what fantasises we can both birth. I want to throw her on the bed and plunge deep inside her, I imagine she would put up a fight, but that alone is all the thrill I need to dominate and subdue her with fanatical thrusts....ring ring

I got distracted by a call, frowning, I pick up my phone to see who the hell is calling to interrupt my innermost desires.

It's my wife!!!

Oh shit, it's time...pressing the silent button and coming down from my car, I walk up to her.

''Would you like to take a trip with me?''

She smiles and touches my arm. She's no stranger to attention, that's for sure.

''I'll go anywhere with you.'' She giggles, making her look younger than her age.

''Just like that?'' I asked, my eyes travelling down her revealing cleavage, not too big and not too small, just somewhere in the middle. The circumference of her breasts were well suited on her chest, I closed my eyes and imagined my lips on the tip as I sucked my way into Paradise.

''Why, you don't want me to come again?'' She pouts in a childish way that arouses me, she sees this and pouts even more.

''What if I'm a killer''? I place my hand on her neck and caresses it.

''What if I am?'' She closes her eyes and responds in a whisper. ''What a man can do, a woman can do easier.''

''Winner fucks raw.'' I said

''You naughty boy, you get the price no matter what.'' she's laughing now.

''And you get the golden goose.''

She hugs me now and plants a wet kiss on my lips, grinding her vulva to my already erect crotch and I kissed back, then suddenly, from the corner of my eyes I see my wife frowning and shaking her head vigorously as she complains to the producer with my 2 years old son, sleeping soundly in the baby carrier she has hanging from her shoulders.

''Cutttttttt!!!!''

I hear the producer scream.

''Oh God'' I say in despair.

''A little too much?'' Cassandra the actress asked innocently.

''You know it wasn't scripted'' I say

''Yet you didn't stop it.'' She defended.

''Typical'' I muttered.

''What the hell are you guys doing?'' My wife screams at the top of her lungs.

''Acting'' Cassandra says.

''Don't make it worse'' I chip in.

You don't get to kiss my husband unless I say so, which means it has to be scripted. The next time either of you goes off script again, I'm gonna fire your sorry asses from this movie... And Cassandra, you are a whore in this movie not a husband snatcher, know your role and stick to it. It shouldn't be too hard, both roles come naturally to you...'' She added with open sarcasm.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Cassandra squint in anger but maintains her composure and doesn't say a word. My respect for her grew. If only my wife knew I and Cassandra had been flirting like two teenagers from the very first shoot.

''Honey'' she turns to me...''let's go home, and, carry your son, you woke him up with poor acting and gross incompetence.'' She thrusts the child into my arms and signalled the driver who jumped up from where he was seated and ran outside to the car.

She looks so different up close and angry.

Six feet away, she is a class of her own, world class beauty.

Six feet close, she is a lesson we all must learn or go six feet under career wise.

My name is Raphael, former freelance photographer, now a young struggling start-up actor, and I'm married to one of Nollywood's best and finest directors, her third marriage and my first, hopefully last.

Gold digger



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