BITTER SWEET BY DAKO ALICE TEMITOPE

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Time stood still. Apart from the thrum of her heartbeat; a roaring sound that threatened to make her deaf, she heard her clothes rip. She bated her breath and waited for the worst. The torn clothes dropped to the floor, and her underwear soon joined the heap. She looked at his face, all she saw there was hunger – raw, burning hunger.

Shutting her eyes, she drowned herself in thoughts of pleasant things, like the box of expensive chocolates that had brought her here. The chocolates were so ridiculously expensive and promised to be very appetizing that she had cast aside her inhibitions and agreed to come see him. It was after all the least she could do, seeing as he had spent a whooping three thousand naira on a box of chocolates. She sighed as she remembered the feel of the candy melting in her mouth the same time his hand went to hold her behind. She had covertly put the hand away and continued munching on the chocolate while she walked into what she now realized was the demon’s lair.

Chocolates . . . sweet chocolates that would now cost her the virtue she had been boasting of to anyone who cared to listen. Tears burnt beneath the closed lids and she bit down on her lips until she tasted blood. Maybe pleasant things were not so pleasant to think about after all. She shook her head to ward off all thoughts. She did not need to think about how stupid she had been to ignore the signs that were so evident even before he bought the expensive snack. The ‘accidental’ brush of his hands against her breasts whenever he passed by her, those times he would hug her so tight that she could swear she’d felt a bulge in his groin area. They were signs all right, but she ignored them because her friends had told her to get used to it.

“Men like touching and all those stuff, you know,” a friend had said with a very wise, knowing nod. “That doesn’t mean he is a pervert na. My boyfriend does it all the time.”
“But, it is getting too much…”
“But kini? You want to throw away a rich, fine bobo like that? He has a car, he has a good job, he’s giving you money and buying you everything you want before you ask sef. You are lucky o. Instead of you to be happy, you are here complaining.”

She never talked about the signs with her friends again. She learned to get used to it. To her, he would get bored soon and stop touching her randomly.

A deep pain jarred her from her painful memories and caused her to open her eyes. He had lain her back on the settee, mounted her and was now working his body furiously atop hers. He was starting to sweat too, beads of his perspiration dropping down on her. There was nothing on his face to show he was enjoying what he was doing. His face was contorted into a grimacing expression, like he had swallowed something bitter. The sweat was streaming down his body, giving it a wet shine, like he was struggling to push a truck filled with rocks. He just kept on moving back and forth and grunting like he was in pain.
And he didn’t last long.

In moments, he was done, and then he collapsed on her. She pushed him off and got up from the settee. The pain she felt earlier had turned into disgust. Hard and crystalline. Questions whirled about in her head. Was that what sex was all about – the grunts, the sweating like a pig? She looked down on the settee and saw that the chocolates were scattered on it as a result of his hurried attempt to get her clothes off her. They were mashed down, and no longer looked appealing as bits of them mingled with the spatters of her blood on the couch.

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About oscarpoems

Finds great pleasure in reading and writing my thoughts. Chartered Animal Scientist, writes poems and articles for leisure and fulfillment. Lover of God, country and humanity.
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2 Responses to BITTER SWEET BY DAKO ALICE TEMITOPE

  1. Isaacola AA says:

    I can identify with this DAT. Expectaions are seldom met with hurried n haried sex especially with only a partner wanting and the other worried.

    Good one as usual.

  2. Bukola says:

    So sad..

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