Another lovely story by @Kathyesan. People, show her some love with your comments. Go ahead… Don’t be shy. Note that she’s slowly but surely overtaking me o… and I’m cheering her on and waving my Erotic Pompoms in old-mama glee. I already see her as my successor sef… *Wipes tears of Pride*

ThankYouKathy… DameLovesYou. :*


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“Hello, good afternoon.” Is Gbenga on seat?” I asked a pretty lady who I suspected was his new receptionist. “Hold on a minute while I call him”. She replied putting a call through to him. “Your name please?” she asked me midway into his call. “Tell him Doyin his girlfriend is here to see him”.

“You can go in madam”. The receptionist said leading me to Gbenga’s door.

I smoothed down my gown and walked in to see him. I felt a little bit uneasy, but that’s what happens when you don’t wear panties but hey, I was here to see bae. It was our one year anniversary and I wanted to surprise him. Right now, I wasn’t in the mood for a 50k date, what I wanted was to fulfill my fantasy.


“Hey babe” Gbenga said as he looked up from his computer screen. He gave my body a cursory look before his eyes clashed with mine. “How are you?”

“Fine, I was in the area and decided to say hi”

“Thanks dear. I’ve got to quickly take a look at this stuff. Work, work, work. No weakness. It’s that okay by you?”

“Sure” I replied.

“Make yourself comfortable”, he said tipping his head toward the sitting area.

As Gbenga sat behind his desk and began flipping through folders and clicking through his computer, I sank into the sofa cushions, admiring the view from his office and became lost in thought for a few moments until I heard him mutter.


“What’s wrong?”

“Same shit, another day”

I shook my head and let out a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Decisions…this game is nothing but all about making fucking decisions. You make the right one, money. The wrong decision, not so much”.

Okay, things were not going according to plan. Na wa for work ooo. I had to act fast.

I stood to my feet and wandered over, coming to stand next to him behind his desk.

“What’s so difficult?” I teased.

His eyes stayed on the computer where a picture of a building was prominent, but his arm snaked out and wrapped around me, pulling me into his side.

I leaned into him, relaxing into him. “Are you thinking of buying that one?” I asked

His hand ran up and down my hip “hmm? Yeah”. He answered distractedly.

Gbenga! I knew he couldn’t resist a good thing.

“So, what’s holding you back? The building looks well maintained”.

His hand slid further around me, caressing my upper thigh.

“Yeah, it seems to be”. At the same moment he clicked for the next picture, his hand caressed its way back to my hip and I got the idea. His Mind was on one thing, while his body was on another.

I slid my hand to the back of his head and began playing with what little hair I could find. His lack of hair on his head was made up for in his beard and OHHH what it does to me when he goes down on me.

“I am sure you’ve already checked the market demand for the area. What about residential real estate? Has the property value risen?”

“Yeah, it’s all good”.

“What about competition? Not too much I hope?”

“Very little”. He replied.

“So what’s the problem?” I asked again. Noticing for the hundredth time the golden flecks in his eyes.

He swiveled his chair toward me and spread my legs.

“I don’t know. I can’t pinpoint it”.

His arms sank around my waist and my palms fell against his chest as I tried not to smile.

“You’ve checked out the ratings abi?” I struggled to keep up the facade of a conversation.

“Of course yes”. He replied.

His hand came up and encompassed my breast. My heart did jigijigi as his thumb brushed against my nipple.

“Well, if you’ve done all your homework and still can’t decide, you know what you have to do, right?” I pressed on.

“What’s that?” Gbenga asked, his eyes falling to my breast. I swallowed shakily as his thumb continued to stroke.

“You’ve got to send people to ask the neighbors and residents about security and the drainage conditions. Codedly of course”. I was barely breathing well but his thumb on my nipple felt to damned good.

“You know your shit, don’t you?” he said as he palmed my breast again. The arm he held around my waist lifted and pulled me closer.

“Only enough to be dangerous”. I whispered as I leaned toward him and softly kissed him on the lips.

“You are dangerous… Wanna go have lunch?”

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “Yes…… but can I ask you something?”

“What’s that?”

“Does the door have a lock on it?” I cast a quick look in the direction of his office door.

“Yeah”. He answered. His eyes reflecting heat.

“And can I lock it daddy?” I asked softly holding my breath.

He loved it when I called him daddy.


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