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Deaconess Beatrice was putting things together in the kitchen when she heard a knock at the front door. Quickly, she brushed her palms down her apron and rushed for the door. That must be Mr. Kola, she said audibly. A smile appeared on her face as she opened the door. She side stepped, while Kola moved into the living room. He stopped beside her and prostrated half way.
” Morning ma.”
” Good morning,” deaconess replied. She still had a smile on her face. ” I almost forgot that we are supposed to meet this morning,” she said as
she moved towards the kitchen. ” I woke up with a terrible hunger, as if I didn’t eat at night. I’m all alone. My maid had an urgent call from the village and travelled. I had no choice but to stand up and make a meal for myself, though I wished I could stay all day in bed. I’m in the middle of preparing the meal. You can join me in the kitchen if you don’t mind. We can keep discussing as I put the food together.”
Kola watched as Deaconess preceded him into the kitchen. She looked smart, neat and attractive in a sleeveless top and three quarter shorts. Kola had a flash glance at her full backside but quickly averted his gaze. Scratching his head, he trailed after her.
It was true that Deaconess woke up with a terrible hunger, as if someone had packed all the foods in her tummy. Besides that was another kind of hunger that she related to some experiences that she had in the course of the night.
The night was one of those typical nights when her thoughts kept her awake almost till day break. She attributed the insomnia to the fact that she was excited about the impending journey to Ghana and the training, and that the bad people at her company would soon be exposed. She lay face up on the bed gazing intently at the ceiling, happy that the future looked bright, and happier that she would have many activities that would keep her busy and reduce her feeling of loneliness.
Once she returned to Nigeria, She would get busy with the NGO while being rest assured that Kola would handle the company well. Her Company would be in good hands because Kola would manage it well. She was so sure of his integrity. She needn’t bother that someone would eat the company raw. Together, they would keep the legacy of her late husband alive.
I a.m. and she was still awake. Not good at all; especially because of her health. She moved to the kitchen to make a cup of hot-thick- tea. It might help her to sleep. Holding the cup in her hand, she moved to the book shelf and picked a bible. Afterwards she dropped on the sofa, sat down, dropped the cup and began to flip through the pages of the bible without much interest. Pushing the bible aside, she stretched her hand forward and picked the remote so as to switch on the TV. A movie was just starting on a popular Movie channel. She became fascinated and sat down to watch.
Deaconess told herself that she would just watch for a while until she start feeling sleepy. That’s what she need; something that would lead her into sleep. The movie might help.
The movie was quite okay, good picture, good storyline but it was full of erotic scenes. Deaconess hissed. ” This our people sef,” she said loudly. ” Must you show everything on screen?”
She felt like switching off the TV, but her curiosity took the better of her. She wanted to see the end of the young man that was busy sleeping with every girl that crossed his part.
Now she’s fully awake than before. All her senses became heightened as the scenes played on. By the time the movie ended, she was sexually aroused.
Deaconess Beatrice moved into the bedroom and dived under the duvet. If only she could sleep now. Her head was as clear as daylight and her memory was full of the images from the movie. The erotic scenes wouldn’t leave her mind. She pictured the lead actor mating with one random girl after the other. Beatrice hugged herself and rolled to her back. Her hand moved downwards.
” No,” she said in a weak voice and quickly removed her hand like she just touched hot fire. ” I can’t do it. It is a dirty habit. But…what even pushed me to watch that movie?” She lamented. “What kind of wahala is this?”
Her thoughts ran round. She was torn between playing with her body or letting her desire wear off. How long would it take before she gets free from the strong urge. She pushed her hand downwards again but stopped midway. God frowns at all forms of uncleanliness. But…her body…her body needed release.
15 minutes later, she gave in and masturbated. ” Just this once,” she cried. ” Lord I’m sorry,” She said loudly as she drifted into sleep.
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She was in her room, on the bed. The door opened and a man entered. She first saw his legs but as she raised her head up, she looked him fully in the face. His face confused her. The man had the looks of her late husband but the voice wasn’t his own. The voice belonged to someone she knew, someone close to her. Kola.
What has Kola come to do in her bedroom? She was confused. He smiled, sat beside her and began touching her sensitive parts. She enjoyed it and begged him to do more. That was what she had missed for over a year. She begged him to do more than just touch her. He was about to oblige when she suddenly jerked awake. Deaconess Beatrice’s body vibrated with desire. Even without checking her underneath, she knew she was wet. Her body wanted the continuity of what transpired in the dream, though it musn’t happen in the physical. Not with Kola. Not with any other man.
She picked her bible to have her quiet time, but she couldn’t concentrate. Her mind would stay at a point, then wander away to the movie she watched, what she did with her body, and the πππππ. Her breathing became rapid as her body pulsated with desire. She wanted to be held and loved.
Frustrated, she dropped the bible and stood up. She would go to the kitchen and prepare something for herself. Her tummy had earlier growled with hunger. If she couldn’t quench the fire under her, she should be able to fill her stomach with good food. Before starting to cook, she made a hot cup of tea and gulped it down with bread. Afterwards, she settled down to prepare breakfast.
At first, she was indecisive on the quantity of food to make. Being the only one at home, if she make much, she might not finish it. Then, she remembered. Kola would be around any moment from then. She will make more than enough.
Kola; Deaconess’ mind went back to the dream. They were almost intimate in her dream. The man with the face of her husband and the voice of Kola was at the point of mating with her when she suddenly woke up. The effect of the dream was still on her. It would be insensible to stay alone with a man in the house today, especially Kola. Her feeling could betray her. Maybe she should call and tell him that he shouldn’t bother to come again.
But, would that be necessary? She asked herself. Her body had started relaxing. She will soon get over her feelings. What more? She’s sane and not crazy. She won’t just grab Kola and beg him to mate with her. Far from it. They are adults. They are Christians. They can master their feelings.
And for the dream, Deaconess concluded that it was just a mere dream that came as a result of the movie that she watched in the midnight. There was nothing special about the dream.
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Kola dragged a tall kitchen stool and settled on it while Deaconess moved back and forth, frying, draining, saucing and refrying. She turned to Kola and asked.
” Do you like Irish potato?”
Kola shook his head. ” I hate it with passion.”
” You are missing,” deaconess said in a funny kind of way. ” Maybe though, you’ve never seen it made in this special way. See!” She pointed. ” The sauce I’m using with the potato is a special one. The pepper is from Cameroon. The spices are combination of Egyptian and Ethiopian special herbs. Can’t you perceive the aroma.”
” It’s quite inviting.”
” I boiled the potato in the sauce then fried them together before adding protein. See!” She took a spoonful and moved towards Kola. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. ” I can’t imagine putting it in my mouth. It’s too soft,” he said. “My first experience with it wasn’t good. I almost vomited.”
” Just open your mouth.” She pleaded.
Still with his eyes closed, Kola opened his mouth reluctantly. Deaconess fed the sauced potato into his mouth and waited for his reaction. Without opening his eyes, Kola threw his head back and broke into a wide grin.
” The taste is something else,” he said appreciatively.
Deaconess stepped back and pointed to a covered bowl. ” The serving plate is there. Take as much as you want. I will be with you in few minutes.”
She rushed into the room as if someone was after her and placed a palm on her chest in a show of fear. ” That was quite close. Why did I have to do that?” She asked herself.
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Deaconess’ head warned her to create an excuse that would get Kola out of her house right away. She could tell him that she needed to prepare for the journey and thus, they should leave everything till when she returned.
That’s easier said than done. Her heart wanted him to stay. She said to herself that the reason why she couldn’t tell him to go was because they were still putting finishing touches to what they started. But she knew within her that what they started could wait. Her reason for keeping Kola was because she was enjoying his company.
Nothing bad will happen, Beatrice said loudly to reassure herself. She removed her apron and moved back to the living room.
TO BE CONTINUED
Β©BOSEDE FAGBEMI
πThere is fire π₯ on the mountainπΆ
Deaconess is playing with fire. And Kola seems to be innocently innocent.
Do you think the unexpected could happen between them?
Let’s give practical steps on what deaconess should have done about her midnight experience.
How do you fight off deep sexual urge as a single man/ woman?
Which kind yeye deaconess is this bayi