I want this cookie
As the night faded away with the chirping of crickets Aku wondered if the thick belly man that lay beside her was still her husband- that once enthusiastic verve-filled Sen. Madu that always devoured her in bed, leaving their bedroom smelling of stale sweat of sweat. Her reason for leaving London was busy reading newspaper beside her. Ever since her arrival their cold nights had remained unprofitable without their bed creaking under their weight and moaning that registered their union in their head. She stole a covert glance at him and remained quiet and her quietness did not go beyond smacking of lips and swallowing saliva.
Sen. Madu turned around and peered into her face. “I thought you were asleep,” he said, perhaps without guilt.
“In the nights in two months couples don’t just sleep,” she replied and kept at her frown.
“Then they play chase,” he added and continued with his read. Her pounding heart kept her restless and then in an outburst of anger she asked, “Do I have to get you a dictionary and show you the words I- need-fuck? I want this cookie,” she said emphatically with peering eyes scanning through his thick body at the speed of passion.
Angry, Sen. Madu slammed the newspaper in the bed. “Oh come on, sex isn’t golf.”
She added swiftly, “Yet many couples play it and score goals. I haven’t been myself for a while now. I need you. I am sex starved.”
“Come on you just got back from London,” he replied and they locked eyes briefly before he turned his back to her and said, “I am going to fuck you when the time for it comes.”
“We need to make babies! We need to work hard!” she yelled at him, smacking her suckling lips and peering across her shoulder. Her hope for exciting sex dropped to mere wishes.
“Thank you, coach. Postpone tonight’s tournament till next time. I can’t feel my waist,” he said and waited for those words to sink right into her before he succinctly mumbled, “Good night!”
Quietness quickly recaptured their room. As she stared into the white ceiling, its vagueness gave her a glimpse of unfulfilled sexual life. She reached out for the teddy bear beside her and pressed it to her bust. In the twinkle of an eye darkness hung over the room. Sen.Madu had switched off the light. Aku arguably felt the harmattan that surged from her broad waist down to her thighs. Only a mind-blowing sex could make it rain again.Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wished the teddy bear could be of help. She wedged war with her mouth which let out hisses that cracked into the darkroom. She shut her eyes and his handsome face crept into her mind; his Grecian nose, pussy cat face, water melon lips, toned skin that almost made his body transparent and well arranged six packs like a tiled floor. She smiled at the thought of Nku; her most handsome god and only he would end the dryness in her vagina and make it rain again. “If only I can see tomorrow it will be Nku and I,” she said, and stole a glance at her husband to see he had slept. Quietly she sneaked to her wardrobe, unzipped her bag, fondled into it amd found a dildo. She tiptoed into the bathroom, and her transparent nightie dropped on the floor. She glared into the mirror, smacked her lips and stroked her breasts with the urgency it required, focusing much pressure on the nipples. Her hand found the lubricant and she poured a handful and oiled her hairy vagina, fingered it a little before she invited the dildo; in a moment she was moaning under her throat, trying hard not to moan to his hearing. The dildo soon became wet and covered with her milky slime as she panted her satisfaction; she stared at the dildo, smiled and took it for Nku’s penis.
For a power-packed breakfast, Nku turned up in the kitchen to prepare salmon topped with spinach salad. And to gulp down with it was coconut water blended with banana and strawberries. He so controlled the atmosphere with thick aroma from the kitchen that Aku had to turn off the TV and went to the kitchen. Standing at the door, she hugely admired Nku who ran from corner to corner, trying to put things in place. Nku would not want Sen. Madu to come back from the gym without having his breakfast which he skipped.
“You are not going to keep roaming around while my nose bends,” Aku said and they locked eyes before she said. “I can’t wait to have breakfast, Nk.” She quickly had a seat in the kitchen, impatiently tapping her fingers on the table.
“Ok, ma,” he said and attended to the recipe. “Breakfast is just energy packed to replace the ones exhausted during sleep,” Nku said still busy with his art.
“I can see.” She sighed and cupped her jaw with her long artificial finger nails. She smiled as she sensed his voice pounding in her heart. She admired his mango skin and black hairs that spiked up. Whenever Nku turned his cute face to her, she inwardly sanctioned herself for staying too long in London while the ladies-man existed in her kitchen. On her A-list for a perfect man was a man that knew how to cook then Nku beat the odds by drying her skin with those please-stick-around looks. She fancied men with the pungent smell of onions and maggi, doing the cooking and serving her breakfast in bed while she watched on. Sen. Madu did not fit into any of these. He was rather a careerist that brought the snow under her feet whenever she demanded for water. She agreed to pretend, to hide her feelings for Nku and watch him closely and study if he would be loyal.
“Are you going to have your pack of energy at the dining?” Nku asked.
She shook her head. “I would have it here,” she smiled and said, “With you,” she steadied her eyes on the contracted biceps in Nku’s hands the moment he lifted up the dish. She adored the emotional protection his muscles possessed. Sen. Madu was like that when he first wooed her at Victoria Island. But years later the successful politician invested part of his money in his thick tummy and plump face.
“Breakfast is served,” Nku said, sitting right opposite her.
“Hmm, as smoothie as ever,” she said, crunching carefully and sipping at her coconut water.” “But I still prefer Green Monster.”
And she stared lustfully at him…