“Just like you TJ…there’s LASTMA up ahead of me TJ, I’ll call you back” and you ended the call as I said “Ok”.
I smiled as I remembered you had not even once referred to Yusuf by name or title – just ‘him’.
That night, we fixed our first date for a small hidden restaurant in Ikeja where your Island fiancé would never stumble on us on Friday night. I kept up the pressure of our date by filling you with details of what I expect from you as my Sl*t but left a lot to your own imagination. I wanted you to find creative ways to please my perverse side.
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