Okay it happened, on my birthday *which is why I no fit forget am; imagine, my birthday *smh. Anyway we planned the day carefully, luxurious 4-star hotel, Chinese food, dancing and hot sex after it all. We got to the hotel, booked into one of their suites and started pre smooching. Got over a nice quickie then started getting ready for dinner at the restaurant. The evening went so well, I didn’t dance as much as I wanted because he was horny and wanted to get back to the hotel. We started off with the usual kissing, touching, squeezing, moaning and *all dem tins. He went down on me, made sure I was thoroughly satisfied, *you know then entered. He started hammering away, *thump, thump, thump. How many ladies here have felt that detachment from man whiles he’s banging it? I mean, he’s in the vag, he’s hard, he’s moving his hips but you look up and realize *this dude no dey here. He’s got this faraway look in his eyes and he’s just going. That bores me and dries up my lady business faster than the harmattan winds from South Tongu, so I started talking. You know, trying to get his attention. “D, do you like it? Ohhh don’t stop. Oohh yeahh”. *den tins some yeh.
He realizes oh wait, there’s another person in the room apart from me. *i wonder He looks down and mumbles a vague “yeah”. Continues hammering, I was drying up real fast so I started encouraging him to cum. I turned and twisted and moved my hips. *still dis guy dey detached. I started talking again “D, you wanna cum?” Okay granted pushing the man wasn’t fair but *mehn, I’m not a piece of log. So I asked again and he replied “oh yeah baby, I’m cuming. You’re so gooodd.” And he went into the usual orgasm spasms and leg shaking and all. Now mind you, this was boyfriend of 3 years, we threw the condom away sometime after a year so I knowwwww when he nuts in me. The dick pulsates, you feel the vein popping as the sperms shoot in. I FELT NOTHING. *natin! After a man cums, some sperm escape down, you need to wipe off the sticky stuff, NO STICKY STUFF. He said he came! He moaned and thrusted his hips, *all the signs dey der *natin ‘appen. I asked him the very next morning if he came *you know I’ll ask now and he insisted he did. *swearing his moda kanto. I insisted *like you know I will and he laughed. Now the excuse he gave for faking an orgasm was that, “well I felt you were tired and you wanted me to cum and I couldn’t cum so I had to”. Nobody should have to fake an orgasm. People who fake should know the psychological trauma they put their partners in. Now I’m walking around wondering if this good pussy’s gone rancid or *sontin. Worst sexual experience for me really; Especially since it was with someone I had an emotional connection with and expected some honesty. Y’all should stop faking mehn.