Nigerian Queens 5

The mopol’s were putting there foot’s down in the compound and on the streets; security was a must in Abuja. The previous night the bad boys made a move against the rear of the compound which was rare in this neighborhood. It was just a check out following shots being fired the night before in the streets in front of the compound next door. I heard shots fired; the security rushed to the back and found nothing. A car in the front warned the intruders in the back to retreat; they were checking out our resolve. The mopol were on edge and some worker got out of line and was stomped down. Justice is quick and immediate in Abuja; bad boys run in gangs of ten, twenty, and sometimes thirty strong, armed to the teeth. I had to be careful of my coming and going; we were on high alert, something was going down. “Hi. Where are you?” it was Omar with her fine self. “I’m ten minutes away. Can I come pick you? We have a date: remember?”she said in that seductive voice that is so irresistible. “Things are in chaos, I got to be careful, come on.” we just had to disappear in the weekend rush. When she drove up in front of the compound she had an angel of delight with her named Rose. I got in back. “Mr. C this is Rose.” It was two against one, “Hi, Rose. How are you doing?” “ I’m good. Omar told me about you and I decided to come along if she needed backup.” I was laughing inside so hard it hurt, “You know kung fu? You strapped?” She asked what strapped was and laughed hard too. “You got ninja skills or you kill with your beauty?” I let the air of that situation and told Omar we need to get on the move. The Assorted is an up scale eatery, professionals have their cars parked there until it closes; assorted might give reference to the multitude of fine Abuja women who frequent the place. It was like we had just dropped in from Mars, the crowd was talking loud, blam; Omar and Rose put a spell on the noise, they rank as topnotch any where on earth. We got in line and ordered, I got a table with clear views all around front and back. I was on razor ALERT. Omar said, “I know what I want for dessert.” Rose said, “Me too.” I felt like a steak in a lions den. I capped back, “I want a double dose of something sweet and hot. Two sugar wugar’s with cream on top.” They burst out laughing; message received loud and clear. Rose was here for the weekend, bored from the college stress. They were both going to school in Benin; an ancient center of learning, still going. The meals got to our table quick, I was starving. Nigerian women are something else if they like you; they both took turns feeding me. I was a little embarrassed but kept it cool. I was being Kinged by two of the baddest women in Abuja; it gets no better than that. I felt honored to be in the service of two flawless queens; I’ll never forget that day. “I want to go to the Hilton, Mr. C., We can have breakfast there: Ok?” Omar looked at Rose, “I want bacon and eggs, Orange juice, sweet bread, and coffee. OK?” I just hit the jackpot; bingo! “What time is it?” I had to say something to throw them off, I was going to the Hilton but we had to pick up boots, a bottle and some water. I paid the tab. They sandwiched me on the way out; I must have been the envy of every man in the Assorted that day. I love women who love back; from the soul. We headed for the Hilton; Abuja’s play ground for the rich and famous. The lights came on as we neared the hotel, it is a huge edifice, traffic backed up around the corner. We had no problem getting a suite but going through the lobby was a blast; these women mesmerized the throngs of partiers and guests; stood out like diamonds on black velvet. Our glasses tingled as the first toast of many that night, “To the good life, to the long life, let me see what you working with?” I knew I was in Touble but I did not care, you only live now. The lights went off, Nepa, when they came back on in less than a minute; I was standing in front of the most dazzling display of womanhood ever put on this world. They rushed me; you know who won?

Nigerian Queens 4

The spirit of a woman is the most exquisite entity in the universe; her very existence is the balance of absolute. The ebbs an flow of her well being determines the fate of destiny; we need treat her as queen no matter the circumstances. If you know one woman; you know them all.
Their connection in the world of bliss is crucial so don't take her for granted. She needs to be satisfied; with the big S in satisfied.
As the waves of pure bliss made us oblivious to the world, a realization experience invaded my my mind. I had been with plenty of women but this encounter had taken on a mystical quality; it felt like a soul blending. The give and take of this interlude pressed me to the utmost of blisstivity. The power of our struggle; that moment right before dawn, but held down by a force to mysterious to contemplate. I was shaking; plateaus never envisioned washed through my body. She was getting hers, so lovely, as the peaks and valleys played with the precipice of ultimate gratification, her aura was golden. I was enjoying every moment of this exploration of the unknown; we were going somewhere else. I could hear my heart pounding, my ears were stopped up; the only sound I could hear was us. She burst through to a new level of motion, " UMMMMM! Just like that; YES!" That door was opening, we turned the key; BLAM! She was moaning, shaking, crying and beating my ass, " Just like that, give it up, bliss with it, hehhhh!" I whispered in to her ear. I held on for dear life, " You killed me. You too strong. Don't stop. Ooooooh!", she wasn't going to let go. I went through the top, the dam blew apart opening us to a new state of being, I exploded, the bed collapsed, I didn't relent. The voice I heard shouting; it was mine. We floated, swept away to a dimension beyond existence, thusness; undescribable bliss. I kissed her, wiped away the tears, " You OK? I got you; just hold on to me, I'll never let you go.Never." I was whispering as though the cosmos might hear every word I spoke; wrapped up in and out of each other. " I feel like a woman. It is like I am awake again; not a rag doll like I have been treated by men here. You made me climax. I'm feeling this all over my body and mind. You strong; I like that.", she confessed, flinging her self all over me, showering me with kisses. We had taken control of the new ground, " You with me?" I like this about her, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, " I'm with you, C." We both won, I thought you knew.

Nigerian Queens 3

She got up from the bed and just stood there; I guess it was show down time. I was about to bust but I stayed in control. I had to say something, " I guess it is time for desert; what will you have?' In one motion, a back reach and a wiggle; the dress hit the floor. I was standing in front of a naked Amazon with all my clothes on, she stepped to me, I hugged her for all I was worth. In a blur, shirt, trousers, shoes, t-shirt, socks and boxers flew off my body; we were equal. I picked her up, placed her on the bed like she was priceless fragile, " You gonna take it easy on me, I been virgin for two months, right?", looking into her sultry eyes and playing with her ear. " Mr. C you are in big trouble tonight, call for help while you have a chance, I'm poppin that cherry!", we both had to laugh off that remark. The fire of ecstasy had been lit, I stroked her body from toes to the top of her head with my fingers, soft touching until she trembled. Her hands were all over me firing up my arousal, soothing me with the anticipation of unbridled passion, " Oooh you make me feel so good, I'm hot, do me C, give it to me, I can't take much more of this, please." she moaned as pre-climax stirred her body. I kept right on tormenting her, touching and tasting until she actually shuttered and bucked in the bed. She reached out for the prize, but I had to boot it up, safe than sorry, we met on the field of lust; two warriors united in the battle of ultimate climax. Guess who won?

Nigerian Queens 2

I would pass this hotel, Embassy Suites, were lovely women seemed to be flocking, I made that my chill after work place. The patio was just what I needed to have a drink and relax; it was secure also. I was doing my usual; sipping on beer and checking my cell. It must have been my lucky day; I saw them before they saw me: two super foxes. The one in the back did a double take, she was a cutie pie. It took all of twenty minutes for her to reappear heading my way, " Hi. My name is Sunshine, you want some company?" She was fine like sweet Georgia wine, looking like she wanted to be mine. I said, " Hi yourself. I'm C. Sit your bad self on down. They must have sent you from heaven; I am blessed by your presence. What you drinking on?" I must have been dreaming so I took a bite, she was real and I was alright. Good fortune was smiling on me; I wondered what she was doing here at the Suites. Joe had told me about the college girls looking for fun and action; they come in for weekend fun. I would have given my eye teeth to be with her; I let the flow work on its on. I spotted the waiter, " Bring me a bottle of your best red wine. Baby girl would you like to dine?" We made our order, their food was topnotch she must have been hungry; I told her to get what she wanted. " You must be a college girl; what clique you with?" I had hit a nerve, she said, " I am not with a clique. I'm from Jos kicking it for the weekend with my friends and cousin. We on break. what you doing here Mr. C ?" I opened up to her quiz, " I'm just in from Dallas. America. I work contract." The ice breaker went over with out a glitz; it was like we were old friends. As usual she asked questions about America, everyone in Nigeria wants to come to America; it is an obsession. The attire was revealing but amplified her awesome charms, she was topnotch. I could get use to her fast and in a hurry. She pulled her chair closer and said, " Do you have a room? We can dine there and be alone. I want bite." I said, " Lets get out of here. How much is a room?" I t could have been ten thousand, no matter to me; I was holding a hundred thousand bank roll. My cell went off it was O, " Where are you? I'll be glad when Saturday arrives." I excused my self from Sunshine, " I'm at the club with a friend. What's up? We still on for Saturday?" " What club you at? I can come and be with you now.", she blurted out. I had to put my foot down on her, she was playing me too close; breaking my rules, " It is just me and the fellows, I'll call you in the morning OK?". I knew she had to say yes, check, I knew what she was thinking. Some of the energy left her voice, " OK. We can go to the Assorted for dinner, what time do you want me to pick you up?" I said, " Seven will be fine, don't be late; I look forward to seeing you again brown sugar." Sunshine was taking it all in, " That must have been your woman." " I best let you know this now; this ain't no game, be close, don't play close. Let's get that room." The way I said that bought a smile to her face; she wanted a take charge man. We got the luxury suite for eight, I told the counter person to make sure the waiter had a wine bottle opener. I patted her all the way to the room, she stopped and hugged me like we were missing each other; a mature young woman. I would need my power, she was on fire. I tossed her on the bed, rushed her, my hands were every where; she said stop, " Let's take our time." I was just testing her; a master does everything slow, with no effort. We were watching a movie when the food and wine showed up; I flashed my bank roll, gave the waiter a five hundred tip. I opened the wine for our first toast, " Destiny is a cup of water. Life is a sip of the cup." I was cinching her, " You know the right things to say and do. I like you." I said, " I want to be your friend." We sat down and ate slow , enjoying the moment, the wine was superb. I wonder why she didn't answer my question, about being her friend, " I am your friend right? I am going to tap that fine ass right?' She couldn't contain herself, with laughter she said, " Yes. Yes. I want you tonight!" I chuckled, " You taking a old man too fast; I am going to have turn you in to the authorities. You something else. tonight it is."

Nigerian Queens 1

Nigerian Queens

1


It was hot in November; it was cold in America. I felt good being suited down everyday no matter how hot it was during the day. I had been cooped up in Germany for a month, after I got over a very nasty sinus infection I was getting back to my old self. I had never seen so many beautiful black people every day in my life; it was like heaven. I was glad that English was the official language because their different languages would have made communication a nightmare. I was sharp and ready for anything, plus the women were so friendly. I met my partner Joe and he gave me a run down on how to work this paradise; this was going to be fun. He told me that being a mogul was worst way to start; they gave money for everything. I had been to church but it was uncomfortable trying to catch women in that setting. The disease rate was so high that what looked good might not be good for you. I bided my time and kept busy on my work; the days flew by as meeting after meeting consumed my time each day. The Ministry was the place to be as the beautiful seemed to work there; I couldn’t wait to go their to confer with the Minister of State who would eventually become a trusted friend to me. I got an invitation to have drinks with a acquaintance that I had befriended in London; he said, “I’ll show you the town. You don’t know the rules. This is my town. “The club was layed back and I was being introduced to so many people that he knew, men and women; he had it going on. We partied hard, the Nigerians don’t play with their drinking; I had drank with the best of them, I was hard pressed to keep up. We were leaving, a Little Kim double, she had scoped me out all night, showed up within spitting distance, I said, “ I want to be your friend. Put your number in my cell, I going to tap that ass.” The smile, then the OK, she gave me her number, I was happy as a rat in a cheese factory. It happened so smooth no one even caught on to my play for this fine young woman. I didn’t call her for three days; she called me. “What you doing? You could have called me. I want to see you again.” I played like I was having meetings and we could get together that weekend, “I been hella busy. We got to do something this weekend, I’ll call you then OK?” She purred back, “We on. I know this nice place that we can have dinner and drinks. You my friend.” I thought about the guy she was all over at the club; he acted like he was her man. I was in a high level position and really didn’t need any trouble, “What if you run into your man and you with me. I don’t play. Keep it real my attitude.” She hesitated for a moment before saying, “He blew it. I found out he got some one else. We want be bothered. OK?” I was willing to find out anyway so I said, “So it is on. See you then, I play to win. Can you dig it?” The way I talked caught Nigerians off guard because they really hadn’t heard a real brother articulate and says what he means. “We can have fun; I’ll show you the town while you are here; how long are you going to be here?” “I got a contract for six months, then six months or until the project is finished. We got time on our side now; don’t try to play me.” “ I don’t play; you will see.”