💃 DANCED 💃

Danced!!!

Weekends was something I looked forward to, it was the best way to relax after a long week of work and other activities. This week hadn’t been hectic though. I had three parties to attend. Didn’t have such luxury of free time so I had to pick two.

Odudu and Rene were two great friends of mine, Rene was a dark wonderful and priceless Jewel that made Earth beautiful🌃. When you think of the Himalayas, Those beautiful amazing Holiday resorts in Dubai, Brazil, France etc, the peaceful view of Sun city🌅 and the amazing Landscape in the Sahara, the beauty of Rene should also engulf your thoughts at that moment.
However Odudu missed my birthday and I had promised to repay him, yeah. Payback is a bitch!!!
So I opted for the less remarkable birthdays of Tricia and Mediatrix.
Fast forward to Mediatrix’s birthday, oh Tricia’s Birthday was fun and had its own Moment but that is a story for another day.

Mediatrix’s birthday was somewhere on the outskirts of town. The saturday had been quiet and didn’t have the air of adventure. I had a lot of activities for the new week and wasnt ready for any Unnecessary distraction.

I am not a fashion conscious person, the best moments of my life have always been without clothes. Lol.

Skinny Dragon of a nigga!! I quickly wore a pair of Jeans with my Priceless T shirt and Odudu’s Versace Slips! Yes we are that close? Yeah
I didn’t forget to wear my “not in the mood” Face.

22:30 and I was at the car park of The venue, Africans don’t dream big so they hardly make provisions for a Helipad in their building plans. Lol
The music coming in from the “Club” was quite impressive. This month i had surprisingly been a fan of WiZkid, i could dance to him just practically saying nothing on a mad beats from Legendary!! I remember when i was called a wizkid back in high school, trust me The girls loved me.
I finally walked into the party, At the entrance i was greeted by boring faces, I could perceive Hungry Sexually starved boys, horny girls and dopeness, everyone well sitted like it was a PDP convention. Two things i look forward to in a party, hot girls and music! The Former was obviously lacking at the moment.
The party was filled with the normal pre Madness activities. Blurry niggas, Slim Poverty Forced Models, Jik Bleached girls, Men on Snap back etc. Bad belle? It’s allowed.
I was beginning to get bored when i noticed something that looked like an Ass. Looked like? I didnt drink so i knew i could trust my Vision, Damn! It could take all the S- words in the dictionary to define her aura, beauty, her ASSets. The first words that came out of my lips when i saw her were

“Holy Ass of Assisi, this Ass can ride a Cross”.

Portiana created a killer impression. Portiana!!! Yes i found out her name, but let us rewind a little. She walked slowly to the dance floor. You could tell she knew how deadly her weapon was, curved after the similitude of Kim, i doubt any boy Could Whole heartedly fix his eyes somewhere else. There are some kind of bodies which leaves beholding the face irrelevant except unless she is as ugly as the look on a bad belle skinny girl reading this right now. Lol.
The music changed to Tekno’s Anything, Mad Jam, i noticed that as soon as Portiana hit the dance floor it began getting choked, there was Mad traffic jam on Portiana’s Avenue. I was wondering what manner of Pick up line i would need to invoke to get Portiana in my bed tonight! Oh yes, it took few hours to create a Woman, it shouldn’t take me more than that to undress a Queen. “Mtcheeew! Lol girls you can Hiss all you want!” 😜
The Dj was mad tonight, #NP Wizkid’s Wonder! The song inspired me, i wondered what i was waiting for to make a move. When i think of how impossible it seemed climbing the pole To no 1 on Porti’s Bang list that night, i just look at her Naked ass and smile! 😃

To be continued……

CHARMED: RING MY BELLS : CONCLUSION

Ms Liz ecstacy for a fantastic night of adventure was cut short when to her chagrin the knock on the door was by the Police and not her Mr Gorgeous

I almost passed out as the looks on the faces of these Men In Black looked like the tragic part of this whole fairy-tale that I had put myself and my kitty into was about to unfold. I kept screaming “where is my Javine? ‘but all I got was madam, relax, you will get answers when we get to the station. “Madam? Was I looking that old already?
The 15 minutes drive to the station seemed like forever, different thoughts raced through my blonde head, “OMG what if he was one of those sexy assassins like in James Bond movies or had he an accident? Despite the panic, I still felt this weird urge for Javine’s piston.

Suddenly I wondered why they called my phone and not checked for his relatives or Business partners, or did they think I was his accomplice. At this point I started recalling every detail concerning Mr. Thornton, from the “wallet rescue” to the cool chat and spine nervous moment when his call came through. I realized that from the moment I set my eyes on this bald gorgeous charming Prince, only a part of my body “somewhere below my navel” had been functioning. Arrrrrgh, “you had not been thinking чσu dumb nit-wit” I said to myself.
We finally arrived at the police station, I was asked to patiently wait, the police officers who brought me here were discussing with a police officer in her mid-thirties. The Officer now came over to me and said we could proceed to the hospital. Hospital??? This was the last place on my mind for a perfect day like this, except of course 9 months from tonight. *winks*
I almost fainted as soon as I stepped into ROOM 4 of the Intensive Care Unit, Javine laid seriously wrapped in bandages, our eyes met and I felt one million butterflies in my tummy, he was looking charming and his skin so creamy, I wished I could kiss his pains away, those thick pink lips though”. I guess he caught me staring?’ he cleared his throat and faintly said hi, what happened to you, who did this? I’m sorry…… all the words kept coming, the doctor said I should let him rest and called me over to his room for discussion.
Your friend had a relapse while driving and ran into a fire truck, we are afraid his Kidney has failed almost completely and the quicker we find a donor, the better for us. “Crispy sweat filled my body”, I was in a state of Awe, my almost perfect dream night was coming to an end, I felt like asking the doctor if it affected his … “*coughs*” ….organs but that would have been so awkward.
We have sent out request for possible matches and we hope for a quick response the doctor continued….uhm, ma’am what blood group do you belong to? I choked for a second, could it be what am thinking? After stuttering I replied O+, WOW!! Would you mind if we carry out a matching test, I almost felt my kidney missing, me? Donate a kidney to a stranger? Well the test was concluded and I was certified fit to donate a kidney.
I was caught between love and lust, it was like choosing b/w saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden, here was a dude I knew nothing about, who held the key to my lustful passion of pleasure and adventure, and here was I with the key to his life.
The choice was difficult but I finally signed the papers. I was told that we would be on a chartered flight to India for the operation. “what? So quick, by this time, he had entered another coma and I couldn’t even see the face of the man I longed for. We finally got on board at 1.45am, and I was still amazed that none of his family members was around.

With my ear piece plugged and watching “THE VOW” on the plane’s DVD, my mind kept wondering if this was real or actually a fairy tale, wish someone could pinch me.

Hello Liz, you must be confused as I am right now, “I looked up and saw Thornton’s face on the screen, I quickly sat up to pay more attention, he continued, “meeting you was one moment in my life that made me believe angels were real, my whole imagination, body and soul craved for you. I put up this whole movie to scare you a little and get your anxiety level on Nitro; I just want to let you know that am fine and……. “At this point I felt a warm masculine hand on my shoulders” and his last words “I love you” was intercepted by the best kiss I had ever had, his soft palms roamed on my long hair all the way to the buckle of my victoria secrets bra. The scenes of the next 2 hours couldn’t be imagined, I just wasn’t getting laid with the man even mirrors smile at, but in a private jet about 3000 ft. from my bed and over 4 countries. I wondered the answer I will give my cute lil boy when he asks which country he was formed in. “lmFao”. I know you’ll are expecting a breakdown of what went down, Naaa, what happens on a private jet, stays private. *siggghhhhs*? Well am now Mrs Thornton, Charming isn’t it? Everytime I recall this memories, believe me, I always get to change my panties.

THE END

this story was written solely by Ms. Daramfon Ansa and Mr Chidi Opara. Any form of plagiarism without consent from the authors is an infringement on Literature Act. 1951.

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