Day 1
9 am
I woke up and realized I cried myself to sleep last night. I know why I have been crying so much. Life’s a bitch and I’m too young to not be able to figure What I want to do with myself, anyway I prepare for work. I’m late, but who cares.
11 am
Work is slow, the bookshop is crawling with kids that apparently were on some excursion and they are making tiny winny sounds and their teachers can’t seem to keep them in check. Mrs Maggie is excited because she’s a grandma and loves kids, I’m just going to mind my business because for me it’s fuck’ em kids.
6 pm
I’m getting ready to go home and I’m meeting femi soon after we went from sexting the day before to plan to meet up. He excites me, and I can’t figure out why.
9 pm
He calls to say he has a meeting and can’t make it but we keep sexing and he describes his penis to me. I can’t say if it’s big or small. I know it’s dark and ebony lol I sound like all these porn websites. My neighbour is having a party and I can smell the weed, I’m casually here waiting for the other neighbours to come and complain after my last incident with drugs, I never want to do it,
Day 2
10 am
I woke up after having a sex dream and I was this close to having an orgasm. bruhhh i need to have sex soon or ill faint. I wake up to Femi telling me about his new art collection and how much he is excited about it, but I’m excited about what he’s penis will look like. Work seems long today. We got new books and my favourite writer finally put out her new book.
5 pm
It’s closing time and as I step out thinking of what to do with myself right after and I run into my ex apparently he is in town for his engagement lol mans hooked. I met this nigga when I was in uni and he didn’t have so much to his name. I’m here wondering who agreed to marry his broke ass, but anyway it’s not my business anymore.
9 pm
Im sitting on my bed trying to get work done and I keep thinking about Femi and I fantasize about sitting on his face and doing everything humanly possible to him. I call him and his phone rings twice before he picks up.
11 pm
I’m in Femi’s lobby waiting for the elevator up to his apartment. It opens and Femi drags me in and as the elevator takes us up. He caresses me and immediately has his hands up my skirt. The mere sight of him already made me drip. The elevator opens and without a word; we go into his apartment and as the door closes the sexual tension in the room becomes so high I can barely breathe and my only way to survive is by our lips touching each other.
Day 3
7 am
Femi is asleep as I get out of bed preparing to go home, I’m still sour and Unsatisfied but that’s another thing I could have brought up right after sex but no I’m here sulking to work.
11 am
The bookstore is having a book sale today, and that means people will come in their numbers, and that means ill probably meet someone cute. there’s an influx of people my age here so im here for it. My man isn’t satisfying me, and I mean we had an agreement to stay true to each other. Which is the reason if I get down with anyone I might feel bad or not?
6 pm
No one told me how hard it was to discard a man that wasn’t satisfying you and still turn you on was hard. I meet a new guy today.
This article is based on real-life events. Names used are mere pseudonyms to protect the identities of the individuals mentioned in the article.
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