The job of a typical university hostel security man is basically sitting down at the entrance gate in the company of a colleague and analyzing the butts and boobs of the females that parade the environs. Sometimes I feel guilty for receiving a monthly salary for doing nothing or if you like for entertaining myself the whole period. There are no thieves to catch, no offenders to punish, no suspicious persons to pursue. The hostel is a peaceful and blissful place to abide in. The bliss factor being the wonderful sight seeing experience you get to enjoy for free. If your libido ranks seven on a scale of one to ten then its rather a painful sight seeing experience.
Ever since I enrolled as a security officer in the university and was posted to the university hostel, I’ve had many cold and long showers to kill the frequent sexual urge I get from watching live porn. At times I feel abnormal because I’ve never being so aroused in my entire life and since I resumed work the ball pen in between my thighs has been under salute and itching for release, yet i’ve not had intercourse with anyone since . I haven’t found the heart (or mind as u wish) to cheat on my beautiful Ekaete who’s back home in Akwa-Ibom waiting for me.
So on this beautiful morning I woke up wet after having one of those passionate dreams of mine. As usual, I didn’t see the face of the girl but she had the biggest bombom I have ever seen. Bomboms have always adhered to me and in reality Ekaete has the biggest bombom I have ever seen, marks the reason why I agreed to marry her in the first place. This girl was a great lover. She showed me new ways , the sex was great. I have great sex in my dreams. I deserve it after being horny all day and unable to release into a real person. I had to go to work that morning, a cold shower did the magic of relieving me of my stiff arousal after a mind-blowing love making in my sleep. The day was gonna be hectic, the jambitos were resuming that day and we, security men were to check the validity of their receipts before they were allowed into their new homes. I did not look forward to the day, in fact it was gonna be a bad day.
SHE changed my perspective of the day the moment she walked in through the gate with her heavy luggage and heavy butts. She was the honey I slept with last night, the goddess with the biggest bombom. I finally got to see the face of one of the ogbanjes that torment me every night. She was cleared by a colleague and for the short time she spent in our office validating her documents I couldn’t help but glare at the twin lumps that adorned her backside. They frightened and challenged me at the same time. So many terrible things slipped into my thoughts. I reminisced on the beautiful love we made the previous night, this time the ass had face to it. I cursed and regretted marrying Ekeate instead of the owner of those enchanting hips that posed before me. She was wicked. She wore a micro-mini-skirt that caused fumes to migrate from her backside. My eyeballs moved in unison with the swaying movement of her killer skirt. The skirt was not her only weapon, she also had heels as high as Drakensberg on. These accessories overemphasized her overwhelming hips. For long seconds I fantasized about burying my head beneath the killer skirt. I longed to press those lumps till they flattened in submission. I wanted to whip them for confronting me unarmed. I could go on and on about the many things that twisted my brain as I glared at her backside but then I remembered Ekeate and my longing and fantasy was frustrated.
My colleague noticed that I was attracted to those hips. We exchanged a mischievous smile. He too was mesmerized by the authority that oozed from them that he hadly saw her name on any of her documents. His hand was busying flipping though the paper while his mind flipped through her skirt.
Ah! she did devious things to us and made us loose our heads. Even as she walked out of the office I watched those hips keenly and cursed the band that occupied my fourth finger.
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Good writing unfortunately dedicated to bomboms. God help us!
You describe wonderfully. Many are the afflictions of men when faced with the rounded wonders of God in short skirts.
Nice one. Well done.
@kaycee, God help us indeed o. Thks for readin nd commenting
@chemokopi, i live in a university hostel filled wit male security officers, and i jus wonder hw dey manage especially when d girls expose themselves on purpose. Thks for reading
Kayceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Interesting narrative, a bit monotonous and overly gluteal. So security men know Drakensberg ? Lol. Would benefit from some narrative. There is this Ekaette i know, her Bakassi would kill your Mc in seconds…. God help Bakasi loving men.
Pardon me, i meant benefit from some dialogue. thanks
Nice one..You ve got a good bombomgination…Well done…$ß
this one nawao-ay God save the men from these fleshly temptations. your description is superb well done
@sunshine, noted. Thk u
@bubbllina, lol i sure hv a good imagination as a writer. Thks for reading.
@mikeeffa, dats like saying God help naija men….lol. Thks for readin nd commenting
Even as she walked out of the office I watched those hips keenly and cursed the band that occupied my fourth finger……..
“I like those concluding words especially. They justified the title…
Good work
May God deliver us from ‘wicked’ ogbanjes
Hmm…@sylvia…considering the fact that you’re a lady, i’ll say you have one heck of an imagination!
@QueenNobo…..guess i’ve read too many junk stuffs …hehe. thanks for reading
@lelouch, amen to ur prayers but the world myt get boring o. thanks for reading
@kodeya, thanks for reading, loving, commenting.
@sylvia: lol, we can’t have it all.