Femme Diaries: Ocean Blue Part II (Curious Love)

"So you're an half-breed? i asked downing another glass of the red wine. Lunch went by faster than I could remember my strange but growing attraction to Anna and her intoxicating presence wasn't making things any easier. She asked me to hang out with her at her hotel. My head went off ringing, but i was feeling so weird on the inside starting with my attraction to this woman and the way i felt flattered by the unusual attention i was getting from a fellow woman. That I decided not to question my emotions. All i wanted to do was to have a good time no matter what comes along with that package. I sat down opposite her at the hotel's pool side feeling very light headed. "Yeah, my mum is Turkish" she replied. "Okay so I'm here with you, what are we doing for fun besides getting drunk at a pool side" I blurted after some seconds of another awkward silence. "What do you want to do?" She asked me in response. "I dunno" I scoffed "I just want to have fun I guess" I added. "How about we create memories you and me?" She asked again. "Memories?" I gave a sarcastic chuckle" In how many hours ma'am, you're leaving tomorrow and I have to get back to school" I said pouring another glass of wine. "We already have all the time we need, and please stop with the wine I want you to remember this" she said standing up "Remember what?" I inquired with a smirk on my face. "Lets go to my room". I stood up trying to gain my balance, my legs felt very woozy from the wine. I swaggered behind this weird woman following her to her room. 

As she closed the door behind her I sat on the soft bed, taking in the atmosphere of the posh room. Despite my semi-drunk state i could still tell this room was among the top suites in the hotel. It was furnished to taste. "Girl got class" I thought to myself. "Are you okay?" She asked as she sat beside me. "Yeah, tired though" I replied lazily swaying my eyes all around her form. She brought her face closer to mine her blue eyes fixated on my lips. Then it happened so quickly, so unprecedented, next thing i felt her soft lips across mine. I froze and stayed there, I didn't kiss her back, nor did I pull away, she tasted like sweet lemons and red berries. Then finally I had the nerve to move and I curled away, slowly dragging my face backwards. "I'm not a errr..." I started. "A what?" She slowly interrupted, her hand pulling away the hair on my face. "I'm not a lesbian, I'm flattered and all, but I'm not gay" I said in almost whispers. She pulled my face to hers again, but I turned away "Is there anybody who is? why do you people like labels?, being gay or straight what's it matter? I like you and I am attracted to you, why must it be about society's labels?" She asked without a hint of anger in her tone. I sighed looking away and avoiding her gaze. "What if told you i was not gay either and if a guy i find attractive were to walk in, i would still seduce him?" she continued "You couldn't take your eyes off me. When I kissed your wine stained lips it took you too long to move away. You're curious and that's okay" I just nodded in a shaky response, thoughts of her lemony lips lingered on in my senses and I was starting to doubt my own convictions. "I understand and Well you could be my curious love?" She said. "What's a curious love?" I chuckled "This means i can entertain your curiosity and if this gets too uncomfortable you can say so and i will take you back to school. Let me be your experiment" she pulled closer to me again kissing my cheek. I didn't pull away. "How about we go get dinner?" she said after a while of looking into my confused eyes. "I'm not hungry" I replied "do you want to leave?" She asked calmly. Then I replied "Kiss me again". She smiled and moved closer pulling my face to hers. "Are you sure?" she asked me. "Do it while the offer stands" i replied with our foreheads and slightly touching. She placed her lips over mine and she kissed me again. The smell of her perfume wafted my into senses and slowly I kissed her back, and reached for her face.

She slowly took my sweatshirt off as We fell to the bed kissing and she asked "you're not by any chance drunk are you?" Keeping our faces close enough as she spoke. "Nah, I'm sober enough to remind myself your beautiful ocean blue eyes are not real and you need to take out that lens" I replied. She chuckled "okay, smart ass, I just didn't want to have to remind you about the memories I am about to create in the morning" she said as she straddled me and started kissing downwards, I completely let go and let the flow take me.

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Femme Diaries: Ocean Blue (Curious Love)

I looked into the same page like i had done a hundred times already. Hoping my tired brain cells would grasp something this time. I wasn't even sure I could register looking at letters, talk more of words or sentences. Philosophy was a boring course to read and this mental exhaustion only meant I needed a break. The problem was getting someone to watch over my seat and the secluded area of the library I sat offered no respite for that. My table usually for four was occupied by only me, the nearest person was two tables away and zoned off on his iPad . I dropped my head to the table, determined to rest my brain nonetheless. I didn't know how many minutes had passed until someone tapped my table, I raised my head to see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes in the world. "Hello, is this seat taken?" she asked pointing at the empty seat opposite me. "No, you can take it" I replied as the slightly-older, super light-skinned female that proceeded to sit opposite me came into full view. Instantly i felt the intimidated by this woman's larger than life presence. This woman's beauty was unreal. She wore a black jumpsuit. The "v" at the neck of the jumpsuit was so low, when she bent to seat i was looking straight into the nakedness of her light-skinned breasts. She sat down and drew out some study catalogues and her MacBook laptop. Rich girl alert!

"You're staring" she said after a while without raising her gaze, snapping me out of the same trance her presence put me In. "Uhn?" I replied with a low giggle, trying to sound surprised. She dropped her catalogue and looked up "You're staring, that's discomforting. If you want to ask me something just ask. Staring is rude" she added then went back to her books. The confidence in her words struck me first the rest of it just seemed to whiz by my hearing. "Urmm.. Ha.. I'm sorry" I said blushing and pulling the hair on my face to the back of my ears. " it's....just your eyes" I said finally. "What about it?" She replied without meeting my gaze which for some desperate reason I needed her to do. " it's blue contact lens obviously, got anything else to ask there Sherlock?" She said without flinching. I was startled by her quick and composed response and mostly belittled, still   i was un-insulted. I didn't shake my stare either. I just sat there star struck staring uncontrollably. After a while of silence she spoke again "Okay, sorry if I sounded rude, my name is Anna" I just smiled in response, looking into her blue eyes. 

Over the next 30 minutes, in library-whispers we exchanged enough information about each other to have a proper conversation, without me staring or saying something stupid like I did around really cute guys. She was a masters student from Babcock University doing study research in U.I. She had been in Ibadan all week, it was her last day. Confidence aside, i like to pretend i was a good judge of character so she immediately struck me as an intelligent person. After exhausting small talk data to exchange about each other, I tried to study again. Burying my face once more in my notes, as my brain scrambled into sanity. I finally felt myself assimilating, I raised my gaze to look around the library wing when I saw her staring. I blushed and dropped my face back to my books. I felt very weird. I could still feel her staring, it was like she was looking into my soul. "You're cuter when you're serious" she said after a while. "What?" I chuckled failing woefully at avoiding the blush forming on my cheeks. "You heard me babe" she replied now looking back into her notes. "Babe?..,Are you flirting with me or am I hearing this wrong?" I replied furiously blushing. She narrowed her eyes on my face again. "Hey I'm starving, lets get out of here. I heard Ibadan has KFC now, lets grab lunch" she said suddenly totally ignoring my question. At this point the weirdness I was feeling made my knees ache. " urrm, I would come with you but I have to finish these notes" I replied avoiding her gaze, "it's just lunch Bimbo, I didn't ask you to marry me" she said standing up up pack her books. I chuckled looking around the empty library wing "Who makes a marriage inference with a fellow girl?" I asked. She narrowed her gaze to my chest level and returned to my face with a grin "Well I do" she said turning to leave. "You coming? I'm paying". 

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Femme Diaries: Lunch (a Curious Love Excerpt)

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An hour later i sat at a KFC in Bodija, struggling to chew the last chicken piece. My stomach was so full it ached. "Okay Anna, I'm going to need you to drive me back to school" I said giving a low burp. She gave a funny look encouraging my mannerless burp "Hey, this is my last day  Ibadan, thought we'd hangout, besides I bought you lunch you owe me" she replied. "Ha-ha" i giggled "You blackmailed me into this lunch,  what will we do anyway?". "We could hangout In my hotel for a while I'll drive you back to school later " she replied with a mouthful chewing with so much grace.  "I could call some friends do it sleep-over style, it'll be fun" I added as I watched her facial expression change into a frank but extremely flirtatious focus. Dropping the piece of chicken in her hands she asked "Are you afraid of being alone with me?" a smile slowly pulled itself at the corner of her lips.  Her question caught me off guard, i gave a fake laugh and replied  "Afraid? No, should I be? you're being weird." I said frankly "I did just meet you 3 hours ago and i let you drive me to lunch. Naturally i should be afraid. But I'm not. If I was  I wouldn't be here or is there something  I should be worried about?" I added grinning.  "I like you, how do you feel about that?" she asked licking chicken crumbs off  her blood-red lips and staring into my eyes. This question caught me off guard again. Women can like fellow women right? I felt like I had the answer  but my lips refused to mouth any response. After a few seconds of silence but just staring into blankness and muttering inaudible words, she chuckled and pulled at my left cheek "C'mon pumpkin face, lets go before I have to kiss you" she stood up walking toward the exit as I trotted behind her praying to God I didn't just hear this woman threaten to kiss me. As I stood up I could hear my head ringing "Bimbo this is a bad idea" I chuckled out loud, "I think I like this bad idea"

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Femme Diaries: D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S (Part 2)

I was fully convinced he had been turned off with the conviction that I was a cheap slut from my sudden bold move. I tried to focus on the program of the wedding, so I can at least have something to tell my mother at home. There was a sudden  tap on my shoulders, I turned around to see the usher that he had called. The usher came to me with a note and left almost immediately. The drop was done so discreetly, nobody on my table seemed to have noticed. The note was short and simple, it read; "Last Car, V.I.P parking lounge, I'll leave first, count 60seconds and join me. If I don't see you in the car In 5 minutes, then I apologise for mis-interpreting your signals. - K"

I should be offended by this note, but i was not, instead I was filled with sudden boldness.  I  raised my head looking at his table, he stole a glance at me as the woman said something into his ears. I looked away again, from his blinding stare. After a while I raised my head to see he was no longer on seat. The space he was sitting before was now occupied by the unreal woman he had been groping all day. She turned a blank stare at me and folded her arms. Looking directly into my eyes like she knew I had been flirting with her man all afternoon. Still mentally counting to 60 in mind, I raised my head searching for him. I spotted him finally, pushing toward the exit of the hall.  

58, 59, 60. I counted. I took awhile to steal a glance the woman. She was still staring. Was it a coincidence? Or was she looking at someone behind me? No time to confirm. I decided to go for it. Standing up and  heading toward the exit. I think I saw her stand up from the corner of my eye, my mind didn't register it. I was only focused on meeting "K" in his car.   Someone was walking behind me, I could feel it, but I didn't want to look back. The auditorium was large and it could be anybody I thought to myself. I picked up pace and pretended not to notice.  A voice passed through my ears  "Excuse me" She called out, but I continued walking, "Excuse me please". I slowed down as a deafening laughter echoed through the hall as the best man gave his speech. She caught up, and finally tapped my  shoulders with a hand soft like the breeze. I turned around to see the beauty behind me. She looked even better up close and stood with so much elegance and grace her presence eliminated that of everyone else in the hall. All of a sudden it felt like it was just two of us in the large auditorium. "Hello" she spoke finally. "I see you have engaged yourself in a diversion with my husband from your seat" she spoke as softly as she looked, "What are you talking about? i asked pretentiously. "I've been looking at you checking him out since we arrived here, I know little cunts like you and what you sluts are capable of, so I always come prepared." She said and paused picking word for word like she was allowing each syllable sink in separately.  "This is a military event young lady, you see those soldiers around my table, They could make sure you don't leave here in one piece , so if I were you I would throw that little note away," she paused a bit to look at the surprise on my face "ahh yes, I stood a couple of tables away and I saw him writing you that note, if i were you i would go back to my chair like a good little girl and not fuck with higher powers, because trust me, you have to be dangerous to live dangerous. Enjoy the rest of the party, young lady. Good day" with that she turned around and returned to her seat.

The words struck me. I was grounded to the floor and couldn't even reply my throat was gummed and my palms were suddenly clammy. All I could do was mutter some incomprehensible words to her back as she left. Who is this woman? I slowly dragged back to my seat and sat down. As I sat down wallowing in the shock of my conversation with the dangerous woman. The MC called on the daughter of the General Commander of The Nigerian Army to give a few casual remarks on behalf of her father who was absent. That's when I knew who she was.  Her father was the General Commander of the Nigerian army. I looked at the note one last time about to throw it away in defeat, then I saw the back of the note "If you can't come now, here's my number call me, I have a permanent room at Oriental Hotels -K". I folded the paper and put it safely in my bag as a smile came across my face.  I took a long sip of the red wine in my glass and giggled. K had returned to the table now and he was backing me so i couldn't see his face.  I timed my movement and walked out the hall with the woman still giving her speech. I pulled out my blackberry just outside the hall, sent a text to a number and headed to my car. 

3 minutes had passed as I sat in the car. Where was he? I put my car in ignition ready to leave when someone opened the passenger door and sat down. "If you hadn't been here in 5 minutes, I would have texted you to apologise for mis-interpreting your signals" I told him. He gave a throaty laugh  "can we leave here before the sergeant I told I wanted to take a piss discovers there's a toilet in the hall? The name is Kayode".  I burst into a wild laugh as I gunned for the exit gate.

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Femme Diaries: D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S (Part 1)

I hate weddings, I swear I hate weddings. The entire ceremony of celebrating a woman's selling into a lifetime of society's prison and worse into marriage, a bourgeoise institution that was constantly failing around the world, seemed  like a masculinist agenda to me. But I had to be at this one. Mother literarily dragged me out of bed to attend on behalf of herself and my dad. My father was not around as usual.  Mother says she's too tired from work the week that just ended, I know it's a lie though. She just doesn't like my cousin who was getting married or her parents, nobody did actually. Mother  claims its because my aunt, her sister-in-law was a pompous bitch figurehead and  she has a clique of ruthlessly evil friends  that could crush anyone beneath their feet, of course that and the rumour that this dangerous clique of high-society women trafficked young girls to Italy and across Europe into sex slavery. Her husband, an Air Force Marshall is rumoured to  own oil blocks in the Niger-Delta, a pay-off from a dictatorial Nigerian Leader in the 70's not to ally with the Igbo(s) of the Biafran army. Personally, I just think people are intimidated by their wealth.

A few hours later  I found a parking spot at the venue, came out of the car, donned on dark shades and started walking toward the exquisite hall rented for the event. It was a hot Saturday and I was here alone, I should've invited someone I thought as I approached the security point at the entrance. Groaning under my breath as the security guard inquired for my invitation card. I hated these high-society events, they had security like the president would be in attendance and for some reason i couldn't find my I.V. I turned around to go back to the car and check for it,  that's when I saw him. 

Tall, light skinned, his  chest was so broad, I'd probably need extra hands to explore all of it. He had dreamy brown eyes, slick thin lips and well trimmed coal black hair. He had an aura of confidence around him, a beautiful man with a rugged edge, the thought made my thighs moist. A smile pulled itself at the corner of his lips in perfection and I didn't realise he had closed in on me nor that I had been staring for at least 10seconds until he bumped into me. I tripped backwards throwing my purse and everything I held in my hands in the air. As I reached backwards trying to grab onto something. The rough hands of a security officer suddenly grabbed me,  held me up and saved me from creating a scene in front of the entrance as people swarmed in. By the time I regained composure, I looked around and the living fantasy of a person was gone. He hadn't even stopped to apologise for bumping into me. I dusted the creases off my dress and walked back to my car to find the I.V.

I sat inside the air conditioned hall after checking into the event centre paying very little attention to the ceremony procession, I could hear the MC's voice and the chattering of the boring people on my table distant at the back of my mind. I continued to scan around trying to  find the eye candy of a man that literarily swept off my feet at the entrance through the hall. One hour later just when I had resented to faith and the conclusion I might have been imagining things, the MC announced the arrival of the representatives of the Commander General of the Nigerian Army. Coincidentally  he was there again. He walked across the hall, holding the hands of a strikingly beautiful woman. The woman was a head turner, she looked just as unreal as he was. They arrived at a table already surrounded by soldiers then It dawned on me, he must be the representative. This was an Air Marshall's daughter's wedding  anyway, military people should be in attendance. 

 I sunk into my chair depressed definitely convinced couldn't ever get close enough to him with the security he was surrounded by, or even compete with the woman he sat by.  I wondered how it was possible these kind of people existed in the real world,  they were both so perfect. He sat across me, with the woman beside him constantly nuzzling at him and burying her head on his shoulder. My heart dropped into a hollow grove . I continued staring shamelessly for a while then the unexpected happened. He was side-tracked by an announcement the M.C made and as he returned his gaze back to his table our eyes came in contact. He stayed there for a while with an amused look on his face. He must have remembered me from the fiasco at the entrance. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips  still maintaining the eye contact. I blushed uncontrollably and looked  away, looking down at the food on my table. I raised my gaze slowly and found him looking elsewhere. He was casually stealing glances now, and would go into a full blown stare the moment the woman beside him wasn't looking. He  knew I was looking but he just kept at it, he was enjoying the flirtatious fun.   I pulled the hair on my face to the back of my ears and looked into the glass of red wine on my table. I raised my face again and the woman was gone. He sat there alone. This time he was sipping from a glass and staring at me over the top of the glass. The absence of the fantasy woman gave me great joy as  I made up mind and got bolder, this man wanted me goddammit. I sat up right looked him in the eye and bit my bottom lip.  The sudden bold move from the girl who had been blushing like a child a few minutes ago seemed to have shocked him. He looked away and called one of the ushers at the event. After scribbling down something, he gave the usher a piece of paper and something else. The usher left his side immediately. The woman returned not long after and he completely stopped looking at my table, me or anything in my radius.

To Be Continued. 

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Femme Diaries: Awakened

"Heyy Bimbo,  shit Bimbo wake up!"  The anxious tone of a a vaguely familiar voice dragged me out of sleep. I opened my eyes still half asleep to see a lightly bearded  man in his mid-years naked and hovering over me face full with fear. I backed off and almost shrieked. What the hell happened last night? 
"Thank God you're up you need to leave right now, my wife is on her way back, hurry up!" His words hadn't fully registered yet so  I slowly raised the covers and slid off the bed. That was when the obvious discovery hit me, I was naked and my clothes were no where around the vicinity of the seemingly luxurious room I apparently just slept in. Then the last 2 minutes played back in my head; Wife. Home. Leave. And me butt naked? Fuck, I just slept with a married man whose name I couldn't even remember!

The naked  man was now pacing around the room and picking  up under-wears, condom wrappers and empty wine bottles, he stopped and looked over at me in my semi-confused state and screamed  "Are you deaf?! you need to get the hell out of my house, my wife is the fucking anti-Christ" he raised his hands to the roof  like he was asking God to attest to the evil that is his wife. I had to find my clothes, shoes and purse, and get the hell out of here like i was ordered. Wherever "here" was anyway.  "Where Are my clothes?" I asked groggily. He looked around the room like he was trying to picture where It was then he replied "Downstairs, they're in the living room downstairs" I dashed downstairs and found my clothes scattered everywhere, I picked up the pieces in a rush and started the get dressed, I picked up my purse and checked if the contents were still intact. Still trying to figure my bearings I looked around the posh living room, pictures of the naked man and his wife were plastered everywhere. Though he was clothed in these pictures, i couldn't shake off the mental image of his nakedness, his wife looked pretty, nothing like the devil he painted her to be. I still couldn't understand why I couldn't remember his name though.

The naked man came running downstairs, his limp phallus dangling between his laps as he took each step. This man's unperturbed nakedness was starting to upset my insides. Was he nudist? or did he not just care? "Ah! there you are sitting like the queen of England, she's already at the gate, you have to go out through the back, come on, up! up! up!" He motioned for me to get up and follow him as he led the way towards the kitchen. He was fidgety with every step and i figured he had either not done this before or his wife is just the terror he described her to be. As I stood up I realised one heel of my 6" inch heels had broken off, I gave a low curse as I heard him call out at me again to follow him.

I followed closely behind, then I heard a door from a distance end of the room open,  "Honey, I'm home, my flight landed  early" I heard a sweet voice from the living room. The naked man just walked ahead of me swearing like a pirate as he pushed me out of the back door. "Take the front I'll hold her Inside till I'm sure you're gone"  He pushed some squeezed naira notes he had previously been holding, in my hands and closed the door on me. I walked towards the front gate of the house still taking  note of my bearings and surroundings, the house looked really luxurious. I approached the foot gate and pulled at it,  but it wouldn't budge, I realised it was locked. "Fuck" I swore out loud. The fence seemed low enough but there was no leverage to climb with. I threw my shoes and purse across the fence, raised my gown above my knee and jumped to grab the top of the fence. After squirming and struggling for about 2 minutes without leverage but still holding on to the fence, i finally got to the top of the fence. Luckily there were no barb wires or broken bottles as a security on the fence like the average Nigerian house.  I motioned my way to jump down the other side of the fence, then piercing  through the silence of the morning, I hear the sweet female voice again much aggravated than sweet this time though  "Heyy you what do you think you are doing?" Without thinking I flipped down over the fence, picked my belongings I had thrown over the fence and started running. I didn't look back, somewhere at the back of my mind I could hear the woman screaming loudly I wasn't sure if it was my the fear in my mind playing tricks on my sanity or if she was actually screaming that loud from the house. I saw the estate gate in sight and ran towards it, I could still hear a voice screaming and cursing out. The street was empty as it was still quite early in the morning and the estate looked like the kind where you don't see anybody in the day talk less of around 6:00 in the morning, so nobody seemed to notice me running for my life. 

I rushed outside the estate gate and flagged down the first cab I saw. "U.I" I told the cab man panting. Just as i was getting into the cab,  I saw her, running toward me,  eyes fiery like a dragon, spitting fire and brimstone with every step. I couldn't make out what she was saying but she seemed really angry and though quite a distance from me, kept on pointing at me in the cab. I figured she had probably been chasing me since she saw me, the locked gate must have bought me time to get ahead properly. The cab man drove off as I settled into the cab. I realised there was a hurt in my leg, i must have fucked up my ankle from jumping off the fence so suddenly. 

Then finally like a sudden wind it came to me and i said aloud, "Vincent, his name is Vincent" not talking to anyone in particular. The cab man turned probably not haven't picked up what I said "Wetin be that madam?" He asked and leaned his head towards me, "Oga nothing oo.. nothing"  I replied as the events of that morning replayed in my head and I burst into a wild laugh. 

The events of the previous night came back to me too. I had met Vincent at a bar around school, I stepped into alone, determined to get some fun out of the last Sunday night, I had followed him home out of curiosity and thirst for adventure and here I was. I gave another laugh as i noticed the cab driver watching me through the rear view mirror probably wondering if he just lifted a mad person. I have never done anything like this in my life. Probably wouldn't again, but this only one has  definitely  been memorable.