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The Party Just Started
What did I get myself into? How did I let it get to this? How do I get out of this? Tonye wasn’t even here to help me and it sucked, she left me here even when she knew I was here cos of her. I was being selfish and I know but in my defence I wasn’t… Okay let me stop complaining and focus on this guy.
“What do you think you’re doing? You have to finish what you started.” he said. I looked at him confused and tried to ignore him but he wasn’t budging. Instead he asked again, “Ronke don’t runaway from this, you have to finish what you started”.
“What did I start Tariq?” I asked even though I knew clearly what he was talking about. He looked at me in surprise and I went on saying, “We’ve been playing games all night. What exactly are you talking about?”
It seemed like he was more shocked at my response to his question than what I did exactly, well I have to keep it this way, I don’t want him thinking I’m falling for him already. Maybe I am but he didn’t have to know that yet. “Are you hungry cos I am” he asked as he made his way to the kitchen not waiting for my reply.
I followed him, sat down and watched him while he cooked. As if the devil knew I was already finding happiness, the bastard they call Salam decided to call me. I got irritated when I saw the call and was rejecting them. Tariq noticed I was anxious and came close to me.
“Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”
I smiled and tried to pull myself together when Salam texted me again, this time I wished I could enter the ground. “You call yourself the nymph but you declined. If you don’t accept my advances, I’d show you who I am”. I don’t know if Tariq saw it but I instantly deleted it and made sure I blocked his number.
“Ronke you don’t look good, would you like to tell me what’s going on please?” I stared at him again and just burst into tears. The thing was I’d been getting threats from him all night and this was the last straw. I didn’t have Tonye to talk to cos she was busy with her new boo and I just had to talk to someone or I’d breakdown.
I ran him through everything that happened from beginning till this point and he didn’t interrupt me once instead he listened and made sure to only talk when he needed clarification. when I was done talking he didn’t say anything, he just took me in his arms and hugged me.
The Nymph Or Scaredy Cat?
The hug was much needed and when his body touched mine it seemed like all my troubles were over. I wanted him to hold me for long, I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted him to make me feel happy again. Do I make my move or wait for him to?
It seemed the forces were on my side cos he lifted my face up and kissed me. It felt really good but I broke it off as soon as it started; I was scared. Lol it was funny, me? Ronke Scared? lol wow
I walked to the living room and sat on the couch asking myself why I stopped him from kissing me and instantly started regretting it. I wanted it but I didn’t want him to think I was throwing myself at him and I didn’t want him to feel like he was taking advantage of me.
He came out with food few minutes later and I wanted to apologise for earlier but he cut me short and said we should eat instead and forget it happened. We sat down, ate and talked about stuffs, I was loosening up again and becoming free. He made me laugh a lot and it all seemed perfect.
One thing led to another and we were naked, kissing on the couch. Our hands explored each other, going over our bodies. We went from kissing each other’s faces to kissing necks and shoulders. He bit my neck, nibbling along my neck, finally stopping to bite me hard on them, sucking the skin into his mouth as he held me against him. I gasped, loving the sensation.
He returned to kissing my mouth, his hand pressed and squeezed my breast roughly, the way Salam did, how did he know what I liked? Gradually he moved his hand down to stroke down my thigh, lightly grazing my side on the way with his fingertips, making me squirm as it tickled. I adjusted my position so that I was lying on my back, letting my legs fall open, hoping he would bring his hand to my already wet pussy.
My arms were around him, my hands pressing against the muscles of his back and arms, appreciating the hardness of them, and the softness of his neck and face under my lips. He laid his hand flat against my clit and I gasped, arching my back, trying to push myself against his hand. Finally he dipped one finger in, rubbing it lightly over it. It felt so good, I moaned against his neck.
I could hear the little sounds of how wet I was when he first thrust his fingers in and out. Waves of pleasure ran through me. My legs twitched uncontrollably, I laughed. The way he made me feel made me feel good and Salam was long gone from my mind.
I was dripping wet. I said, “Let’s go all in” I was worried what he would think of me, but I wanted this and I wasn’t taking no for an answer, and this seemed like the perfect time to see if I would enjoy something a bit more intense; something even more intense than I’m used to.
Would Ronke back down again and go from being the nymph to a scaredy cat? Let me know what you guys think in the comment box. Next episode of The Nymphomaniac Tales drops tomorrow at 10pm. Watch out!