adeyinka_sotade

This is a love story between Sotade Olusegun and his first
lover, whom he nicknames as Kinky based on the
circumstances that revolve around their love experiences.
One fateful morning, a rift emerges and kindles the spark of
a new love story with unforgettable memories.
Kinky is a virgin. A well-trained girl from a fairly blessed
family, she is not a neophyte to a recently commenced
relationship which she is yet to taste the core flavoured
ingredient of it. She is already a graduate of a renowned
private university for about two years.
Meanwhile, Sotade Olusegun hails from a lower-class
background and scripturally groomed to follow the Christ in
all his endeavours. The effect of his religious life is evident as this story becomes his first love experience at age 24. He
is a Secondary School Certificate Holder and Oracle Certified
Professional. He is older than Kinky for approximately two
(2) years.
Can their different backgrounds sustain the sail of this love
to its envisaged coast?
Is Kinky deflowered by Sotade Olusegun?
This book is taut with suspense, love sensation and sacrifice
intriguing enough to make its reader stay glued till the end.

Kinky is my Diary on Account of the First Love by Sotade Olusegun

  If I'm not mistaking, today is November 27, 2009. Kinky made me learn how to be patient in love. She would turn me "ON" to an extent that I would want her to come home with me but she would come up with one (1) or two (2) excuses to avoid it. This is how she has been toying with my brain since September, 8 she promised to visit my house.


I'm not really a fan of such game but I have to succumb because I love her so much that I can't afford to hurt her feelings. This fateful evening, she just came while I was packing my stuff in preparation to go home and said "Let's go" I was like "to where?" "Your house of course" I stopped packing and asked "What did you just say?" She moved towards me majestically as she said "Wouldn't you want to enter the promise land like Moses." And I clinched to her as I said "The same Moses was taken into the paradise that is much better than the earthly promise land, so if you want to treat me like Moses, paradise is the final destination as I walk through the dark bush down through the red tunnel and into the light at the end of the tunnel to decipher my path into the paradise."


She kicked my head with her knuckle and asked "How many times have you entered the red tunnel of the other gardens? I guess it's uncountable for you to have been so conversant with every arena and corner like this." I coughed to clear my throat in order to have enough time to strategize a solid escaping route. As I was about to vomit the masterpiece, my phone ranged. ("What a perfect time to receive a call such as this") I said so in my mind. I picked the phone call and when I had talked for 30 minutes with my Aunt that called from U.S.A, I gesticulated let's-go-home signal to Kinky who had already helped me packed the remaining stuff into my bag.


We walked side by side amid serious hooting of horns of the vehicles that got hampered in the traffic jam caused by the ongoing event at cooperative hall situated in close range to the junction where we boarded cab to my house. I was still on phone when we entered cab but was through before we reached house.


We started kissing immediately we entered the living room. I lifted her up as we both stumbled on the leathered couch in the living room and later dragged ourselves into my bedroom when we realized that the temperature is getting high, she removed her clothes as I removed my shirt and trousers.


I seductively shifted her pants and my man-in-the-middle gravitated towards the beckoning centre of the garden. She hypnotically looked at me and said "Have you forgotten that this can only be done at the night of our wedding?" My system got relaxed as I apologized. I put on my clothes and she reluctantly dressed up.


I went to the kitchen to fetch two malts for refreshment. She put them aside as she kissed my lips and said in bedroom voice "I'm so sorry for not making you happy." I hugged her and said "I'm sorry for being so intoxicated by your seduction to an extent that I forgot such an important information. Please forgive me my dear." She said "Your actions in this second (2nd) half of the match, would determine if you will be forgiven or not" So we commenced the second (2nd) half of the match and it was deeper than the first (1st) half as I engaged her with light fingerings that invited the expectant orgasm ghost which emerged through permeable wall of the red tunnel but my man-in-the-middle vomits nothing until she massaged him to do so. She freshened up and I saw her off to where she could get cab to her home.


KINKY TEACHES ME HOW TO BE PATIENT IN LOVE