Kinky fifty something

    I always prayed to God that whenever my time was up, he should be merciful enough to make it fast, probably when I was asleep or something. I knew I was going to die that night, Well my best bet was it wasn’t going to be fast and I was going to be fully aware, well  not fully aware, I believe I was almost half dead as I lay in a position I would have believed to be anatomically impossible. How did I find myself in this near death circumstance? First of all, in my signature self defence tech; I’ll blame a huge part of this on misconception and a dash of fantasy and stupidity.
It’s alright to say I’ve had my fair share of fuckboy’s, Yoruba demons and what not. At 26, I’d been with about 16 people, from church boys, geeks, extreme romantics, numb fucks, basically I’ve dated almost all body types, tribe and financial class our country Nigeria has to offer. Well excluding married men, they’ve always been a no no for me. My last relationship was the longest and most dedicated investment of my life. Todimu and I dated for about 2 years ( forgive me, I but get bored ) but that wasn’t the case with Todimu, I didn’t get bored with this one. I loved him and he did too or so I thought. I found out he’d gotten two girls pregnant , to put a ceremonial ribbon on his achievement, his brothers wife was one of them. Being the shady one in a relationship used to be my thing, and just when I decided to give being ethical a try, baby boy went on to become a sperm depositor. I cried, gained weight, went through the whole hard work of the post breakup therapy.
  It took me about six months to fully get over Mr sperm depositor. Honestly I got bored of being alone. I needed to start dating again, but I wanted to be with someone new to me, I needed a new experience. During my post breakup syndrome, I spent a lot of my spare time reading romance novels and I found I was attracted to the older characters. So I decided to Chanel my attraction towards older men. But the big problem now was that, finding me a hot, single fifty something sugar nut was a huge problem, I didn’t mind an average muffin top but I just couldn’t go all the way with those pregnant looking men. But the universe decided to favoured me on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
   Frank was about 51. He was a divorcée with two kids. He’d just moved back to Nigeria after his divorce. He spent the better part’s of his years in Spain. And yes! He was one of the best looking guyz I’d ever been with and his Spanish was enough to get me turned on every time he spoke in the language . He was smart, witty and full of life. He was a famous chef and  owned one of the biggest restaurant’s in Abuja. I went on a lone wolf dinner at his restaurant to celebrate my promotion to head of operations manager. Did I mention I’m a banker?  Forgive my manners. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Kokoma Ndifrike, I’m one of the most successful, manipulative, power driven bankers you’ll ever meet. I graduated top of my class at the university of Abuja. I’m presently the youngest head of operations manager in the history of my bank. I really don’t want to spend time gloating about my achievements, so Back to my near death experience. Frank and I got talking, He was so young at heart, he knew something about everything. He was such a hipster and he loved to rub his achievement in my face. He told me about how he met his ex wife, how they fell in and out of love, and all that nostalgic talk about his past. We spent so much time on the phone and we facetimed everyday. We had similar interests, Frank was my kind of person, I loved that he enjoyed being in control. We went golfing on our first date and subsequently hung out at lounges and other places we both loved. It felt nice to hangout with someone i could honestly relate to.
  It was my birthday and Frank had planned a private dinner at his house, just me, him and a table filled with all the aphrodisiac bliss you could ever imagine. Frank’s house was a massive mansion, one could tell it wasn’t one of the new money mansion’s in town. The architecture was solid and everything about that house had a touch of elegance to it. I actually saw myself living there with Frank on the long run. He’d given all his staff the weekend off so we could have the house to ourselves. For dinner we had what Frank called “his special take on sea food” he  made what was hands down the best champagne ginger cocktail I’d ever had. Dinner was divine, well apart from sitting opposite frank at his 10 seat Italian dinning  and drooling over his beautiful features as he spoke about food with nothing but passion and sincere love. I couldn’t wait to rip his clothes off And show him what being with a hot connie felt like. He took me on tour round his house. The last room we went into was his bedroom, Frank had explicit taste and everything in his room was Victorian. His walk in closet was well organized from his shoes, to his shirts, to his chefs uniform. Everything was in the right place. His cologne stand was the best part of the house, he had over 20 different types of perfumes. Name it, he had it. He unintentionally gloated about every country he’s been too and how many international celebrities he’s worked for. His stories were nice and adventurous, for a moment i was even jealous of how spontaneous he was, but truth be told I was getting bored. Why was he stalling, sigh it was up to me Make the first move. He was showing me one of his signature chef uniforms and asked if I could try it on, for some reason he was excited and he had this naughty smirk on his face as he buttoned up the uniform. We were about a feet apart, heart pounding, the tension and steam filled the room, he suddenly grabbed my butt closing the gap between us as he leaned in to kiss me. I didn’t see it coming but I was glad he made the first move. His kiss was something like a hungry teen impatient and eager to get to the next stage. For a fifty something his grip was firm enough to keep me in place. His cologne weakened my knee’s. He smelled so so good, I could have him for breakfast through dinner for the rest of my life. He whispered something in my ear, something I didn’t expect. I was surprised but at the same time excited “let’s role play” his voice was different, for some reason I thought he sounded like luscious from empire. Hell yes I wanted to role play with my kinky fifty something hipster. I immediately assumed the role of chef, I started planning on how to be the best fake, sexy chef Frank had ever seen. He took his shirt off revealing his beautifully toned body. How does a fifty something year old man look this good, he bent over  to retrieve something’s from the bottom drawer he stood before. He brought out a pair of biker gloves, a folded cane, a blind fold, and restraints…

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