Listening to my neighbors have sex above my room as I Facebooked on my Laptop was kind of exhilarating and I was also slowly getting excited. It was 11.30 pm in the night and they were having hot delicious sex. Why on earth do they make the walls so thin nowadays, I can hear them even from a mile off. My neighbors were both newly wedded couples who just relocated to my Father’s 3-story building flat, a few weeks ago. I learned that they were both Ibibios and the lady fair in complexion was so gorgeous looking, attractive looking bosoms, slender straight legs, and an awesome ass that could seduce any man, even the Pope himself. She was the type of woman you would wish should be custom-made just for you. The Husband was a glaring contrast in comeliness and was so so lean of body. I amusingly called him skinny.
I wished I could see their passionate thrusts and moves but Alas they were upstairs above my room (my dad gave me the 3-room flat downstairs) and no chance of my seeing them. Besides it was too dark outside….There it goes again. She is screaming and moaning like a wild deer. And suddenly the floor above my head began to pound heavily as I guess I heard her scream and reverberate as if in a heavenly feeling. Men! That guy must be awesome. Then Silence! Absolute silence. Minutes later I heard them stumbling into the bathroom and her repetitive moans began again as she screamed, “More…more…” What was he doing to her?
I was feeling quite horny right now and felt the urge to relieve myself of this tension. My manhood was slowly growing. How I wish Bola was right here right now. “Ah! Bola!” I blurted incoherently as I remembered the many times we had romped together in dark secret places, at her place, on my bed, and right here on this sofa. There was no style, act, or position imaginable that I and Bola had not practiced. Sometimes we’ll sit for hours on whole weekends watching sex movies and practicing the moves we saw. My girlfriend Bola was a sex maniac, she was the ultimate fantasy of any man and she was endowed with beauty and technique. Fair-skinned and glowy like mammy water, with long natural hair running to her mid back, well-shaped bosoms, curvy hips, silky smooth skin as soft as a toddler’s palm, and well-manicured fingers were some of her endowed features. So beautiful and sexy. If Bola was a sex maniac or love-addict like my younger brother once rudely suggested then I was more of a sex maniac than her. Bola was so great and faithful and regarded me as a sex god. Kiss her slowly,-no rush- on her lips, at the back of the neck down to her spine, between her bosoms, her navel down, down, down, part those legs and…, Gosh! Bola!
I had asked her several times to move in with me but she didn’t want to. Said she was ok living alone on her own, though I knew she was waiting for me to pop the question before she’ll agree. But Man! I am not going to rush.
My neighbors have started again, this time it’s the man, skinny, that’s moaning and groaning in pleasure. I felt myself growing as I listened. I couldn’t even concentrate on the message I was writing to a Facebook friend anymore. I wish Bola was here to relieve me of this tension. Wait a minute! I can have her here besides me and we can enjoy the sex over the Phone. Phone sex right? Yes! She will oblige. I am the only man in her life and I am her sex god. I moved my laptop onto the table and picked up the phone beside it. I stretched on the sofa and began dialing her mobile phone. My heart was beginning to pound loudly as I heard the ring on the other end, “Hello!…” a voice sounded on the other end. It was a male voice! My heart stopped and the erection died away instantly.
