The Man I Met Part 1
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???????? The Man I Met Part One:
I met him when I moved int the area. I believed he was a married man even though he promised and even swore he was not. He was rich and cute, tall and classy. I noticed him not quite long after I moved into the area and I also noticed that he was into me. It was more of a very open admiration. He told me he was thirty seven.
I noticed him because he lived a few blocks away from our compound and he always drove past around the same thing I leave for work. He would stare at me and smile when our eyes meet. I liked his demeanor even though I never thought in the direction of having anything with him. I just liked his physical appearance and the way he carried himself.
One morning while I was going to work, he drove past and stopped when he saw me. He wound down and said hi. I greeted him casually and made to move on. But he went on and offered me a ride. He was very courteous and didn’t ask rudely like some other guys would. Before I would respond to his offer, he said he’d noticed me for a while and had been planning to talk with me sometime. He was very direct and confident.
I obliged and he gave me a lift. While he drove, he introduced himself and asked to know me. After I introduced myself, he didn’t make further inquiries. We barely had any other discussion until I got to where I would stop. He then asked if he could have my number. He was very respectful and courteous and I couldn’t help admiring those qualities in him. I gave him my number and we parted ways. He called two days later and that was how we started talking.
He didn’t ask me out. He only wanted to be friends. According to him, he didn’t have any friend in the area and he’d longed to have one. When I asked him why he didn’t make one until I came around, he said he couldn’t explain why. He said that the moment he saw me, he knew he wanted to be my friend. I felt comfortable with him except for the fact that I believed he was married.
When I asked, he said he wasn’t. I insisted he was but was only denying it like most men do, but he swore and promised. I didn’t believe him totally, but I let it slide. In my subconscious, I believed he had a family somewhere. Before long, we became close friends. More like besties. He told me everything while I did the same. He treated me with care, respect and generosity. He was a giver and was very romantic even though we were not in a relationship.
At a point, he started calling me his good luck. He said he’d had the best of lucks since he met me. A few months down the line, I fell absolutely in love with him. He was everything I needed in a man and he treated me the way I wanted to be treated. I didn’t verbally tell him how I felt about him, but he knew. He couldn’t have missed that. It was so glaring.
All the while we’ve been friends, I hadn’t been to his house. He never invited me. We’d mostly hung out and met outside our compound. I believed that was his way of respecting boundaries and I respected him for being a gentleman. Even though I wished he wouldn’t be one on that subject.
Then one day, he asked if I could come over to his place that evening. That was the question I’d been waiting for. I wanted to hold him off a little before accepting the invitation, but I couldn’t. I’d waited for too long. I accepted and went. It was a magnificent apartment. Everything looked beautiful and expensive. He treated me like a special guest. He made me feel very comfortable and welcomed. While we were discussing, he stared me in the eyes and asked me to be his woman. There was something about the way he asked that made me respond with a kiss.
He reciprocated the kiss and we made love right there on the couch. I was way down even before he asked. Afterwards, he asked the question again and I smiled. I thought he was joking. “We already made love, what other affirmation was he looking for?” I thought. But he was serious. He said he needed to hear me say I’d be his woman. That sounded very romantic and I told him I will. He hugged me passionately and said I’d made him a happy man. Later in the night, we made love again in the bedroom and slept off afterwards. I slept in his arms.
Around midnight, I felt some touches around my vagina. I thought that was him seeking for more. I was lying face up with my legs spread lazily apart. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. My body was stiff and I couldn’t move any part of it, except from my neck upwards. It felt weird, but I wasn’t instantly scared. I tried to get up again, but still couldn’t. The touches in my private part continued and I felt cold stimulations on my clitoris. By then I was getting very scared. I thought I’d become paralyzed.
I wanted to talk and tell him what I was feeling as I believed he was the one in between my legs, but I discovered I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t scream either. My fear increased geometrically and I became alarmed. Then I strained my neck and raised my head as much as I could so I’d know what was happening to me. What I saw happening in between my thighs knocked my out of consciousness completely.
There, there were three dogs with human heads and faces. The man I came to visit was one of them. They had the bodies of dogs while their heads were that of humans. They were taking turns in licking my vagina. They didn’t notice I was awake until the man I came to see, in his dog form, raised his head from my vagina and saw me straining my neck. I saw his eyes. They were glowing like a red-hot charcoal and his teeth were longer than normal. He barked at me and I passed out from the shock.
I regained consciousness around 5 am when…
TO Be Continued
