I planned everything. My new job overseas waited just weeks away, a dream I had chased for years. So I gathered my documents, packed half my bags, and filled my calendar with calls and last minute errands. However, on the night before my visa appointment, everything changed.
Then Sandra came in. I met her at a friend’s birthday party in Surulere. She didn’t dress loudly or speak too much, but her confidence turned heads. Wearing a simple two piece outfit, a silk crop top and a high waist skirt that hugged every curve like they were made for her. Right from the moment she walked in, her presence hit differently, subtle, yet impossible to ignore.
Soon, we started talking over drinks. Our conversation shifted quickly from casual banter to deep and honest topics. She teased with a playful wit and spoke with boldness that pulled me in deeper. I noticed how she looked at me, not just with interest, but with certainty. Before long, we slipped away from the noise and sat in her car, continuing our conversation in quiet privacy.
During our chat, I told her about my upcoming plans, how I would soon relocate to start a new chapter abroad. She smiled slightly and asked, “Are you ready to leave everything behind?” I laughed and replied with confidence, but the way she asked the question left something lingering in the air. There was no pressure in her voice, but her presence alone made me question everything.
After a while, she offered to drive me home. I agreed without hesitation. During the short ride, our silence spoke louder than words. Her hand brushed against my thigh once, and the spark between us flared up instantly. When we arrived at my gate, she turned, locked eyes with me, and said, “I don’t want the night to end.” At that moment, neither did I.
So I invited her in. The second I locked the door behind us, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips pressed softly against mine, deliberate and slow, like she knew exactly what she was doing. That kiss wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Instinctively, I responded. I kissed her back harder, as if everything else in the world had disappeared. Honestly, I forgot about my 9 AM appointment. All I cared about was her heat and the way she held me.
As we moved to the bedroom, she slowly undressed herself, peeling each layer off like she knew it was driving me insane. Her body stood there, confident and glowing, like a masterpiece I didn’t deserve but couldn’t resist. When I finally reached out to touch her, my hands trembled. With skin feeling like silk warmed by sunlight. Every part of her felt dangerously addictive. She didn’t just taste sweet, she moved sweet. Every moan, every breath, every shift of her hips drove me deeper into her.
Eventually, we gave in to everything. Nothing felt forced. She guided me with her rhythm, and I followed her lead. Every movement felt intense yet effortless. We didn’t rush anything. Instead, we took our time exploring each other like we both needed to memorize every touch and every sound. She held me tight, looked into my eyes, and gave me something that felt far beyond lust.
By morning, I should have rushed to the embassy. But instead, I lay next to her, tangled in sheets and drowned in the scent of our long night. My documents remained untouched on the table. My phone vibrated with reminders, but I didn’t bother. Without saying it out loud, I had already made my choice. Or perhaps, she had already made it for me the moment she made me feel what true sweetness meant.
In the end, people say the future is everything. They chase dreams, status, and plans. But that night with Sandra changed the way I saw it all. She didn’t just offer pleasure. She gave me presence. She made me feel seen, wanted, and alive. And honestly? I no longer felt the urge to leave.
I love it so much