Better Ways to Make Love and Last Longer in Bed by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Jimmy could barely stay on his feet. He was drunk and had pissed on his trousers as saliva drools from his mouth. Since it was late, I could barely see the face of the Good Samaritan who had brought Jimmy home. But when I rushed to the door to help him get Jimmy in, I was shocked to see that that the good soul was Dalmos. Taken aback, “Dalmos, what are you doing here?” I asked as my jaw dropped.

He glanced up at me. I could sense frustration all over him. He must have gone through a lot to get Jimmy here. “I found this dude by the road drunk. He could have got himself killed. He ran into the path of an oncoming vehicle. Were it not for me, he would have been dead. Is this where he lives?”

“Yes, yes, he lives here.” I replied

“Don’t just stand there. Help me get this guy to his room. He weighs a ton!”

I joined him. We pulled Jimmy down the passage and into his room where we slammed him on the bed. He was a heap. With his gaze fixed on Jimmy, Dalmos took a mighty heave. He dusted his hands and turned to me, he probed, “Lizzy, what are you doing here?”

I scratched my head, turned to Jimmy, and replied, “He’s my friend. I came to see him…”

“That is unfortunate. Check the time,” he glanced at his wristwatch. Then back to me, “It is almost midnight. You should not be here. You should be at home.”

I swallowed hard, our eyes met. I said, slowly, “He proposed to marry me…”

“What?” he glared at me. “This drunk? You fell for this crap! Common, Lizzy. You should not be doing this. There are better things you can do with your life.”

With hands raised, I commented, “Dalmos, I think I can handle this…”

He interjected. “STOP. You cannot change him. Look at him. He is a full-grown man. You should be reasonable for once. You are not a rehab!”

It was getting tense. He was losing it. Could it be jealous rage? I need to calm things down. I moved closer, placed my hand on his chest and spoke with a voice that was as soft as whisper, “You have done so well today, Dalmos. I understand your feelings. Let’s go to the next room to trash things out.” As I stared at him, he tried to avoid eye contact.

He paused and tried to think.

“Don’t worry about, Jimmy. We can work things out…”

 He checked his body for bruises. His shirt had stains all over. He raised his hands; he looked at them and shook his head. They were dirty. “I need to wash,” he finally said.

“That is true.” As my hand traveled down his arm, I squeezed his body a little. “You need to use the shower before anything else.”

“Yes,” he cocked his head.

I could sense he was insecure. Dalmos felt vulnerable for the first time. He thought it was over between us. So he needed to protest. Perhaps he could change my mind. I love the way he had conducted himself. “Let us go.” I threw my hand around his waist and we moved out of the room. I slammed the door behind us and led him to the shower. I stood by the corner near the mirror and waited for him to undress so that I could put the shirt in the washing machine.

He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. As I moved forward to pick it up, my eyes stumbled on the mirror. Dalmos unzipped his trousers and took out his penis. I was trapped in his filth. I choked and covered my mouth with my hand. I tried to turn the other way but I could not. I bent down. I slipped my hand into my underwear, located my clitoris and squeezed it gently as I watched him through the mirror. My hand felt the warmth of my vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside.

I moaned a little. In my head, I could imagine walking over, taking my pants off and waiting by the showers. I imagined myself beside Dalmos, his cock hard and inside of me.

As he raised his head, he saw me. I tried to duck and rush out the door. “Lizzy,” he called.

I stopped and glanced at his direction.

He stepped out of the shower. He carried himself to me. My eyes were on his penis. His erection grew larger and harder as he approached me. He smiled lewdly at me, “It’s late. Come to the shower and let’s put our differences behind us…”

I was speechless. I did not know what to do. There was ample time to leave his presence, reject his advances and stand my ground. But I was confused. He held my hand, his finger brushed past my nipple. I moaned. My vagina was wet; eager for his body fill me and I fell into his hands.

His shirt slipped from my hands. He carried me to the shower. We kissed as he touched my body gently. He removed my nightgown. He did not worry I had my pants on. He put on the shower. The water running was warm. I knew what he wanted. He needs to make it snappy. I bent over so he could have me from behind. With an eye on his penis and my hand leaned against the wall for support, Dalmos pulled my pant to one side. I grabbed his penis. I took my hand to slip him inside of me.

I could feel his body inside of me. It was hard as he went deep. I pushed back so he could take the whole of me. He touched my tit; he pulled and squeezed the nipple gently. I moaned aloud and squinted all over the place. I had forgotten Jimmy was at home. Dalmos rammed me so hard until I felt a sudden rush of energy. I tried to break free, but he had other ideas. He held me down. He placed with his hands on my hip and shot his load inside of me.

 Excerpt from the 

 unpublished book titled

 Love Birds by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

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Once I had him deep inside, 

I began a slow rotation of my hips.

 I grimaced at the pale white wall.  

I put my hands on it to help push back into him, 

get his dick to fill up my body until 

there was nothing left of me inside.

I gasped, choked, and placed my hand on my chest. I glanced up at him and replied, “I am married. My husband, on a good day is a dog!”

“You can never have good sex from a drunk.”

“No, it depends on the person.”

“I agree but sometimes good sex is hard to come by! That is not easy, you know.” He began to rub my shoulder gently. He added, “Sweetie, not every problem is spiritual. You cannot solve physical problems with spiritual solutions.”

Before I could blink, his hand travelled slowly down my chest. He was within the reach of my bra. He made a push that left me vulnerable. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it gently. I turned my head away from him. I thought, I do not have to do this. I can stop right now. I can straighten up and walk out. But I did not. He pinched and twisted my nipple and I felt a unique feeling travel through my entire body. The pastor was within the walls of my temple. We were in the closet. Free from the troubles of this life. Just the two of us, there was no end to it, no end to our iniquity. He pulled the nipple, slowly build anticipation, then apply direct pleasure to every area and I was overcome with pleasure. He pretended he was trying to break free. I held him down. How could you travel this far and abandon me?

He stroked my head gently with a hand and pleasured my nipple with the other. My husband was the least of my worries. I just wanted to be free. I wanted a breath of fresh air. Dalmos rested my head on his thigh; he was hard and I was weak. We were both swimming in iniquity. I unzipped his trouser, took out his penis and put it in my mouth. I felt his body growing big and hard inside my mouth. With a long tongue, tender as the sweet movement of the morning breeze, I wrapped it around his penis. He was clean. No stench hung in the air, no rotten banana peel and no sour taste obstructed. I felt I had lemonade in my mouth and it was great.  Even though I hated the thought of another woman sucking my man’s penis, the pleasure outweighs any greed. Now we can actually share and allow Lady Tranquility to reign.

He pulled me up. We kissed as I squeezed his balls. He groaned in pain and pleasure. He was not comfortable; I must have squeezed them too hard. He gently pulled me to a corner where he pinned me with my face to the wall. He pulled down my underwear and rose up my skirt. He took me from behind. I pushed back, forced more of him into me. Once I had him deep inside, I began a slow rotation of my hips. I grimaced at the pale white wall.  I put my hands on it to help push back into him, get his dick to fill up my body until there was nothing left of me inside. The back shots were strong and he sustained it.

I suspected the pastor was on drugs. There was no slowing down. Soon I was out of control. As I began to moan aloud, he covered my mouth with his hand. “Please don’t put me trouble. This is where I get my daily bread. You must not jeopardize it. Let me have my honor. The usher is still in the building!” he whispered. “You cannot moan aloud this time. Don’t worry we will do it in someplace else next time.”

I nodded in agreement, barely muttered words that he could hear.

He was right. Moaning aloud could put the both of us in trouble. He was the resident pastor and I am a member of his congregation. Keeping me quiet was hard because I was under his spell and I doubt if I could ever recover. His penis was bigger than that of my man and he knew how to put it to use. The pastor knows how to make a tough woman crack. I was broken. He was my healer. This could be the reason why I have the nightmares. Each time we had sex, he has left me yearning for more. This is a terrible curse and I am finding it so hard to break. I was on fire and I could feel the heat on my face. “My vagina is yours. Fuck me like a dog!” I whispered to him, tears rolling down my happy face.

My vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. I was very wet. I tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. I felt I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. With all the years I have been with Jimmy, he has never managed this. He was a mediocre but I love him. This pastor is a solid man and he knows his job inside out. He knocked me over and over.

There was a sudden and powerful release of sexual tension. He managed to leave his loads out of me. My hips were sprayed with hot sticky mess. It was beautiful because I had also reached orgasm. I think I had it two or more times. He kissed my neck, stroked my hair, he said, “Lizzy, thank you for reaching out today. I have wanted to see you. I nearly stopped at your house this morning. I have been worried about you because you were not returning my calls since we met over a month ago.”

“I deliberately did not want to pick your calls. You were calling too frequently and most of the time, Jimmy was there,” I shot back. “You forgot that I am married.”

“I must confess, I love you with all my heart. Jimmy is my friend but he is a terrible man! He drinks too much. He cannot satisfy you...”

I interjected. “Dalmos, I didn’t come here for sex. I came to see you because I have nightmare and I cannot sleep.”

He laughed and commented, “No, you don’t have any nightmares, my love. You were missing me and I understand.”

"Love Birds" from 

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